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he doorway at the hotel； holding up a glass； then she thought of Martin； and so fell asleep。
She woke suddenly to find some one standing in her open doorway and holding up a candle。 That some one was old Martha； looking strange enough in a nightdress； her scanty grey hairs untidily about her neck and a dirty red shawl over her shoulders。 Maggie blinked at the light and sat up in bed。
〃What is it？〃 she asked。
〃It's your aunt； MissMiss Anne。 She's very bad。 She wants you to go to her。〃
Maggie got out of bed； put on her dressing…gown and slippers and followed the servant。
As she hurried along the dark passage she was still only half…awake； her soul had not returned into her body； but her body was awake and vibrating with the knowledge that the soul was soon coming to it； and coming to it with great news； with the consciousness of a marvellous experience。 For at the instant when Martha awoke her she had been dreaming of Martin； dreaming of him physically； so that it was his body against hers； his hand hot and dry in hers cool and soft； his cheek rough and strong against hers smooth and pale。 There had been no sentimentality or weakness in her dream。 They had been confident and sure and defiant together； and it had been real life for her； so real that this dream life in which now she moved down the shadowy passage was about her as green water is about one when one swims under waves。
It was only slowly； as the cold air of the house at night cleared her eyes and her throat and her breast； that she came to the world consciousness again and surrendered her lover back to the shades and felt a sudden frightened fear lest； after all； she should never really know that ecstasy of which she had just been dreaming。
Nevertheless it was still with a great consciousness of Martin that she entered her aunt's bedroom。 Before she entered she turned round for a moment to Martha。
〃What must I do？〃 she asked。 〃What will she want me to do？〃
〃It's only；〃 said Martha； 〃if the pains come on very bad； to give her some drops。 They're in a little green bottle by her bed。 Five drops 。 。 。 yes； miss； five drops in a little green bottle。 Only if the pains is very bad。 She's bravewonderful。 I'd 'ave sat up till morning willing； and so of course would Miss Elizabeth。 But she seemed to want you； miss。〃
They were like two conspirators whispering there in the dark。 The room within was so still。 Maggie very softly pushed back the door and entered。 She walked a few steps inside the room and hesitated。 There was no sound in the room at all； utter stillness so that Maggie could hear her own breathing as though it were some one else at her side warning her。 Then slowly things emerged； the long white bed first； afterwards a shaded lamp beside it； a little table with bottles； a chairbeyond the circle of lighted shadow there were shapes； near the window a high glass； a dark shade that was the dressing…table； and faint grey squares where the windows hung。
In the room was a strange scent half wine； half medicine； and beyond that the plain tang of apples partially eaten； a little smell of oil too from the lampvery faintly the figure of the Christ above the bed was visible。 Maggie moved forward to the bed； then stopped again。 She did not know what to do； she could see a dark shadow on the pillow that must she knew be her aunt's hair； and yet she did not connect that with her aunt。 The room was cold and； she felt； of infinite space。 The smell of the wine and the medicine made her shy and awkward as though she were somewhere where she should not be。
There came a little sigh； and then a very quiet； tired voice。
〃Maggie； is that you？〃
〃Yes； Aunt Anne。〃
She came very close to the bed； and suddenly； as though a curtain had been drawn back； she could see her aunt's large eyes and white sharp face。
〃It was very good of you； dear； to come。 I felt ashamed to wake you up at such an hour； but I wanted you。 I felt that only you must be with me to…night。 It was a call from God。 I felt that it must be obeyed。 Sit down； dear。 There； on that chair。 You're not cold； are you？〃
Maggie sat down； gathering her dressing…gown close about her。 She was not even now drawn right out of her dream； and the room seemed fantastic； to rise and fall a little； and to be filled with sound； just out of hearing。 For a time she was so sleepy that she nodded on her chair； and the green lamp swelled and quivered and the very bed seemed to sway in the dark； but soon the cold air cleared her head； and she was wide awake； staring before her at the grey window…panes。 Her aunt did not for a long time speak again。 Maggie sat there her mind a maze of the Chapel； old Crashaw； Miss Avies； and Martin。 Slowly the cold crept into her feet and her hands； but her head now was burning hot。 Then suddenly her aunt began to talk in a dreamy rather lazy voice； not her natural daily tone which was always very sharp and clear。 She talked on and on； sometimes her sentences were confused and unfinished； sometimes they seemed to Maggie to have no meaning； once or twice the voice dropped so low that Maggie did not catch the words； but always there was especial urgency behind the carelessness as though every word were being spoken for a listener's benefita listener who sat perhaps with pencil and notebook somewhere in the dark behind them。
〃So sorry 。 。 。 so sorry； Maggie dear 。 。 。 so sorry；〃 the words ran up and down。 〃I hadn't meant to take you away before the service was over。 Elizabeth could have 。 。 。 sometimes my pain is very bad and I have to lie down； you know。 But it's nothingnothing reallyonly I'm glad； rather； that you should share all our little troubles； because then you'll know us better； won't you？ Dear Maggie； there's been something between us all this time； hasn't there？ Ever since our first meetingand it's partly been my fault。 I wasn't good at first； I wanted to be kind； but I was stiff and shy。 You wouldn't think that I'm shy？ I am； terribly。 I always have been since I was very little； and just to enter a room when other people are there makes me so embarrassed 。 。 。 I remember once when mother was alive her scolding me because I wouldn't come in to a tea…party。 But I couldn't； I stood outside the door in an agony； doing everything to make myself go inbut I couldn't 。 。 。 But now I've come to love you； dear； although of course you have your faults。 But they are faults of your age； carelessness； selfishness。 They are nothing in the eyes of God； who understands all our weaknesses。 And you must learn to know Him； dear。 That is my only prayer now。 If I am taken； if I go before the great dayif it be His willthen I pray always； now that I may leave you in my place； waiting for Him as I have waited； trusting Him as I have trusted 。 。 。 you saw to…night what it means to us； what it must mean to any one who has listened。 There were times； years ago； when I had not turned to God； when I did not care； when I thought of earthly love 。 。 。 God drew me to Himself 。 。 。 You too must come； Maggieyou must come。 You mustn't stay outsideyou are asked； you are invitedperhaps you will be compelled 。 。 。〃
The voice sank： Maggie's teeth chattered in her head from the cold； and her foot had gone to sleep。 She felt obstinate and rebellious and frightened； she could not think clearly； and the words that came from her； suddenly； seemed to her not to be her own。
〃Aunt Anne； I want to do everything that you and Aunt Elizabeth think I should； but I must be myself； mustn't I？ I'm grown up now； I've got my three hundred pounds and I don't think I want to be religious。 I'm very grateful to you and Aunt Elizabeth； but I'm not a help to you much； I'm afraid。 I know I'm very careless； I do want to be better； and that's all the more reason； perhaps； why I should go out and earn my own living。 I'd learn more quickly then。 But I do love you and Aunt Elizabeth 。 。 。〃
She broke off； she did not love them。 She knew that she did not。 The only human being in all the world whom she loved was Martin。 Nevertheless there did come to her suddenly then a new tenderness for her aunt； the actual sight of her pain in the Chapel had deeply touched her and now her eagerness for escape was mingled with a longing to be affectionate and good。
But Aunt Anne did not seem to have heard。
〃Are you sure you're not cold； dear？〃
〃No； aunt。〃
Their hands touched。
〃But you are。 Put that rug over you。 That one at the end of the bed。 I'm quiet now。 I think perhaps I shall sleep a little。〃
〃Is there anything I can do？〃
〃Perhaps turn the lamp down； dear。 That's it。 A little more。 Now； if you'd just raise my pillow。 There； behind my head。 That's the way！ Why； what a good nurse you are！〃
Maggie； as tenderly as she could； turned the pillow； patted it； placed it beneath her aunt's head。 She was close against her aunt's face； and the eyes seemed suddenly so fierce and urgent； so insistent and powerful； that seeing them was like the discovery of some blazing fire in an empty house。 Most of all； they were terrified eyes。 Maggie went back to her chair。 After that； she sat there during the slow evolution of Eternity； Eternity unrolled itself before her； on and on and on； grey limitless mist and space； comfortless； lifeless； hopel