the captives-第101章
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ay； a Friday afternoon。 Grace was knitting a grey stocking； a long one that curled on her lap。 She knitted badly； clumsily； twisting her fingers into odd shapes and muddling her needles。 Now and then she would look up as though she meant to talk； and then remembering that it was Maggie who was opposite to her she would purse her lips and look down again。 The fire hummed and sputtered； the clock ticked； and Grace breathed in heavy despairing pants over the difficulties of her work。 The door opened and the little maid； her eyes nervously wandering towards Grace； murmured； 〃Mr。 Cardinal； mum。〃
The next thing of which Maggie was conscious was Uncle Mathew standing clumsily just inside the door shifting his bowler hat between his two hands。
The relief of seeing him was so great that she jumped up and ran towards him crying； 〃Oh； Uncle Mathew！ I'm so glad！ At last！〃
He dropped his bowler in giving her his hand。 She noticed at once that he was looking very unhappy and had terribly run to seed。
He was badly shaved； his blue suit was shabby and soiled。 He was fatter； and his whole body was flabby and uncared for。 Maggie saw at once that he had been drinking； not very much； but enough to make him a little uncertain on his feet and unsteady in his gaze。 Maggie； when she saw him； felt nothing but a rush of pity and desire to protect him。 Very strangely she felt the similarity between him and herself。 Nobody wanted either of themthey must just love one another because there was no one else to love them。
She was aware then that Grace had risen and was standing looking at them both。
She turned round to her saying； 〃Grace； this is my uncle。 You've heard me speak of him； haven't you？ He was very kind to me when I was a little girl 。 。 。 Uncle； this is my sister…in…law； Miss Trenchard。〃
Uncle Mathew smiled and； rather unsteadily； came forward； he caught her hand in both his damp； hot ones。 〃Very pleased to meet you； Miss Trenchard。 I know you've been very good to my little Maggie； at least when I say 'my little Maggie' she's not mine any longer。 She belongs to your brother now； doesn't she？ Of course she does。 I hope you're well。〃
Maggie realised then the terrified distress in Grace's eyes。 The grey stocking had fallen to the ground； and Grace stared at Uncle Mathew in a kind of fascinated horror。 She realised of course at once that he was what she would call 〃tipsy。〃 He was not 〃tipsy；〃 but nevertheless 〃tipsy〃 enough for Grace。 Maggie saw her take in every detail of his appearancehis unshaven cheeks； the wisps of hair over the bald top of his head； the spots on his waistcoat； the mud on his boots； and again as she watched Grace make this summary； love and protection for that unhappy man filled her heart。 For unhappy he was！ She saw at once that he had had a long slide downhill since his last visit to her。 He was frightenedfrightened immediately now of Grace and the room and the physical worldbut frightened also behind these things at some spectre all his own。 Grace sat down and tried to recover herself。 She began to talk in her society voice。 Maggie knew that she was praying； over and over again； with a monotony possible only to the very stupid； that there would be no callers that afternoon。
〃And so you know Glebeshire； Mr。 Cardinal！ Fancy！ I've never been therenever been there in my life。 Fancy that！ Although so many of my relations live there。 I once nearly went down； one wet Christmas； and I was going to stay with my aunt； but something happened to prevent me。 I think I caught a cold at the time。 I can't quite remember。 But fancy you knowing Glebeshire so well！〃
All this came out in a voice that might have issued from a gramophone； so little did it represent Grace's real feelings or emotions。 Maggie knew so well that inside her head these exclamations were rising and falling： 〃What a horrible man！ What a dreadful man！ Maggie's uncle！ We're lost if any one calls！ Oh！ I do hope no one calls！〃
It was obvious meanwhile that Mathew was urgently wishing for a moment alone with Maggie。 He looked at her with pleading eyes； and once he winked towards Grace。 He talked on； however； running some of his words into one another and paying very little attention to anything that Grace might say： 〃No； I haven't seen my little niece； Miss Trenchard； for a long timedidn't like to interfere； in a way。 Thought she'd ask for me when she wanted me。 We've always been the greatest friends。 I'm a bachelor； you seenever married。 Not that I'd like you to fancy that I've no interest in the other sex； far from it； but I'm a wanderer by nature。 A wife in every port； perhaps。 Well； who knows？ But one's lonely at times； one is indeed。 A pretty tidy little place you've got here。 Yes； you havewith a garden too。〃
Paul came in； and Maggie saw him start as Mathew's stout figure surprised him。 She felt then a rush of hostility against Paul。 It was as though； at every point； she must run in fiercely to defend her uncle。
Meanwhile Grace's worst fears were realised。 The little maid announced Miss Purves and Mrs。 Maxse。 A terrible half…hour followed。 Miss Purves； as soon as she understood that this strange man was Mrs。 Trenchard's uncle； was all eager excitement； and Uncle Mathew； bewildered by so many strangers； confused by a little unsteadiness in his legs that would have been nothing had he not been in a small room crowded with furniture； finally clasped Mrs。 Maxse by the shoulder in his endeavour to save himself from tumbling over the little table that held the cakes and bread…and…butter。 His hot； heavy hand pressed into Mrs。 Maxse's flesh； and Mrs。 Maxse； terrified indeed； screamed。
He began to apologise； and in his agitation jerked Miss Purves' cup of tea from the table on to the floor。
After that he realised that it would be better for him to go。 He began elaborate apologies。 Paul saw him to the door。 He gripped Paul by the hand。 〃I'm delighted to have met you；〃 he said in full hearing of the trembling ladies。 〃You've given me such a good time。 Give my little Maggie a good time too。 She's not looking over well。 Send her up to London to stay with me for a bit。〃
Maggie saw him to the gate。 In the middle of the little drive he stopped； turning towards her； leaning his hands heavily upon her。 〃Maggie dear；〃 he said； 〃I'm in a bad way； a very bad way。 You won't desert me？〃
〃Of course I won't；〃 she answered。 〃I may want your help in a week or two。〃
He looked dismally about him； at the thick； dull laurel bushes and the heavy； grey sky。 〃I don't like this place； Maggie；〃 he said； 〃and all those women。 It's religion again； and it's worse than that Chapel。 You don't seem to be able to get away from religion。 You're not happy； my dear。〃
〃Yes； I am；〃 she answered firmly。
〃No； you're not。 And I'm not。 But it will be all right in the end； I've no doubt。 You'll never desert me； Maggie。〃
〃I'll never desert you；〃 Maggie answered。
He bent down and kissed her； his breath whisky…laden。 She kissed him eagerly； tenderly。 For a moment she felt that she would go with him； just as she was； and leave them all。
〃Uncle；〃 she said； 〃you understand how it is； don't you？ We'd have asked you to stay if we'd known。〃
〃Oh； that's all right。〃 He looked at her mysteriously。 〃That new sister…in…law of yours was shocked with me。 They wouldn't have me in the house。 I saw that。 And I only had one glass at the station。 I'm not much of a man in society now。 That's the trouble 。 。 。 But next time I'll come down and just send you a line and you'll come to see me in my own little placewon't you？ I'm in the devil of a mess； Maggie； that's the truth； and I don't know how to get out of it。 I've been a bit of a fool； I have。〃
She saw the look of terror in his eye again。
〃Would some money〃 she suggested。
〃Oh； I'm afraid it's past five pounds now； my dear。〃 He sighed heavily。 〃Well； I must be getting along。 You'll catch your death of cold standing out here。 We ought to have been together all this time； you know。 It would have been better for both of us。〃
He kissed her again and left her。 She slowly returned into the house。 Curiously； he had made her happier by his visit。 Her pluck returned。 She needed it。 Grace was now stirred by the most active of all
