"We want you in here with us," he said harshly.
In the drawing room the four people waited. The great chandelier threw
its light down upon them. In her chair Edith sat and looked at the
floor.
"I've made a mistake," said McGregor. "I've been going on and on
making a mistake." He turned to Margaret. "We didn't count on
something here. There is Edith. She isn't what we thought."
Edith said nothing. The weary stoop stayed in her shoulders. She felt
that if McGregor had brought her to the house and to this woman he
loved to seal their parting she would sit quietly until that was over
and then go on to the loneliness she believed must be her portion.
To Margaret the coming of the man and woman was a portent of evil. She
also was silent, expecting a shock. When her lover spoke she also
looked at the floor. To herself she was saying, "He is going to take
himself away and marry this other woman. I must be prepared to hear
him say that." In the doorway stood David. "He is going to give me
back Margaret," he thought, and his heart danced with happiness.
McGregor walked across the room and stood looking at the two women.
His blue eyes were cold and filled with intense curiosity concerning
them and himself. He wanted to test them and to test himself.
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