Into the midst of her newfound content came Philip. At first she could hardly believe it. She supposed vaguely that he had enlisted but she was and had been out of touch so long with the Marshall family that she knew nothing definite of his movements. It had been years and years since she had seen him, had in any sense been connected with him. What a long stretch of time and events since she had received Joanna’s letter that fateful Sunday!
He was very much changed, not only older and graver, but weak, physically. He had been wounded twice and had been gassed slightly. “I’ve been discharged from the hospital as cured, Maggie, but I’m afraid I’ll never be any good again.” He smiled with infinite gentleness. “There was so much I wanted to do.” Fortunately his “Leave” had followed on his stay in the rest-area at Nice.
He had been in Chambéry for half of his permission then, and the first embarrassment attendant on their meeting had worn off. Still, both avoided discussion of the old days, glancing away from possible points of contact. He seemed to Maggie to be wasting by inches and even Mrs. Terry, who had seen many cases of gassed men, thought he had come out of the hospital too soon. Maggie, her old love mingled with a new tenderness awakening in her, spent as much time with him as she dared. She did not want him to be ill, but she adored his weakness, it gave her her first chance to wait on him, to mother him, to pay back, instead of always taking, something of what the Marshall family had brought into her life.
He said to her one day seated in the little parkway, “Why did you leave us so abruptly, Maggie? Why did you marry Henderson Neal?”
Peter had asked her the same question years ago and now as then she could not answer: “Because of Joanna’s letter.” So she sat silent a moment.
“Well, Maggie?”
“Because I was a fool, Philip. I was a silly, silly young girl. Without the sense to know what I wanted. Without the patience to wait for it if I had known. All young girls are silly, don’t you think? All, that is, except Joanna. She always knew what she wanted and see, she’s got it. Wonderful Joanna! Do you know, Philip, I think I’ll have a career, too, a business one! A chain of Beauty Shops.”
How wonderful to be able to talk like this without false shame to a Marshall! How wonderful life was! How beautiful to be experienced!
Philip said rather indifferently:
“I’m not surprised at that. My father always said you had one of the clearest heads for business he’d ever seen. I used to be overwhelmed myself at your ability to handle people and things. You were always so sure of yourself. I remember once telling Sylvia and Joanna that you could afford to go about with people that I didn’t care to have them meet. Your early experiences rendered you safe. I believe I told them that when they were speaking to me of your husband, Mr. Neal. I didn’t know he was going to be your husband then, Maggie.”
So that was what Joanna had meant so long ago. Strange how time dissolves mysteries. Strange how, after deciding to take life as one finds it, life comes fawning to one’s hand.
Several days elapsed before another talk could be managed. Then they met in front of the Statue des Eléphants. Philip, examining that marvel with meticulous care, asked her indirectly about Peter.
“How will you combine the sort of business you contemplate and your marriage? Seems to me you’ll have to be away from home a lot. Somehow, I don’t picture you as a ‘new woman,’ Maggie.”
So he was interested! And she had done nothing, not one little thing to lead up to it. “Oh, God, let me be happy now,” she breathed. “You know I meant to play the game straight and I really do love Philip.” Aloud she said joyously, “I’m not going to be married, Philip, at least not to Peter Bye, if that’s what you’re talking about. That was all a mistake. We both realized that.”
She glanced at him, hoping to meet an answering joy in his face, but found instead a deepening mournfulness.
“Philip,” she said very gently. “What is it?”
He lifted a haggard face. “Listen, Maggie, I can speak now. I loved you long, long ago, when we used to go off on those catering jobs for father. Do you remember? But I didn’t know it, I didn’t think about it, until you married. Somehow I had always thought there would be time enough and that, anyway, matters would adjust themselves. And when I heard you’d married that fellow, I was so amazed, thrown off my feet. I said to myself, ‘You poor weak fool, of course, she’d prefer a man, a real man who, no matter what his character, would have gumption to go after the woman he loved.’
“I’d have come to you, but I thought you must love him; I had heard the girls mention seeing the two of you together and I concluded it was an affair of long standing. To ease myself, to put you completely out of my mind, I plunged into this public work; I wouldn’t even mention your name. And the first thing I knew you had left Neal and were engaged to Bye. I couldn’t understand that, Maggie, since you had grown up with Joanna and Peter, but that’s all over now. I cursed Bye out at Des Moines, I remember.”
Maggie, reviewing all that had preceded Peter’s departure for Des Moines, shivered a little. “Perhaps some day I can tell you all about it, Philip. It was mostly my fault.”
“It doesn’t make any difference whose fault it was, Maggie; everything is too late now. You don’t suppose I’m going to ask you, a beautiful woman, just on the threshold of a successful
