Chapter 19: Epilogue

Epilogue “The worst of it all is,” said Maggie, four months later, to a very patient female friend who adored her, and was her confidante just then—“the worst of it is that I’m not in the least sure of what it is that I believe even now.” “Tell me, dear,” said the girl. The two were sitting out in a delightfully contrived retreat cut out at the lower end of the double hedge. Above them and on two sides rose masses of August greenery, hazel and beech, as close as the roof and walls of a…