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I’m not going to stand for it.’
    ‘The only thing is, it isn’t your grandchild.’
    At which he said, calm, forceful, his handsome dark face compressed with determination: ‘That child was fathered by my son. She is my granddaughter.’
    Martha could not stand up to him. She said, ‘I’ve got to go’—and literally ran away from him. That evening she had come to Maisie’s rooms late, when the bar was closed, to tell her that Mr Maynard was still on the scent.
    Some hours later, waking at five in the morning, she realized, appalled at her’s and Maisie’s readiness to be bullied, that there was one simple way of defeating Mr Maynard—and that was to take no notice of him. She had telephoned Maisie that morning to say so. Maisie said she had written the old bastard a letter which would put him in his place for ever. ‘But Maisie, that’s just where we make our mistake, that’s what I’m telephoning for. You shouldn’t have written because he has no right to a letter, that’s the whole point.’
    ‘Oh don’t worry, Matty, I said what was right.’
    The letter Mr Maynard got read:
     
    ‘Dear Mr Maynard,
    My friend, Mrs Martha Hesse told me what you said. Please don’t worry, my Rita is being brought up properly. Just as well as Binkie would, I’m sure of that. Binkie had his chance and lost it. And there is another thing I want to say. I know who it was whohad my husband Corporal Andrew McGrew sent away to England. And I wish to have nothing to do with you or with Binkie either. Please tell him so when he comes home.
    Yours truly,
M AISIE M C G REW ’
    This letter, written at white-heat, was pondered by the Maynards for some days. Mr Maynard then again waylaid Martha outside her office.
    ‘Well, Martha, you seem to be playing some kind of double game.’
    ‘What do you mean? You know I’m with Maisie.’ She knew it was a mistake to say this; she should simply have walked past him. Now he smiled.
    She said: ‘Mr Maynard, you haven’t got any legal right to that child. You haven’t got a moral right either.’
    He smiled again, the commanding face presented to her so that she could feel the full pressure of its assurance. Again she walked off, thinking: There wasn’t anything he wanted to say, there was nothing new to say, so what was he waiting there for? At last she understood: Of course, he wants to know whether I can be bullied. And I can be . And so can Maisie.
    She had therefore gone down to spend an afternoon with Maisie. It was a Saturday. They had walked in the park with the child, then gone back to the rooms and played with her. When she went off to sleep, they talked. Mr Maynard seemed remote. They laughed a great deal and said how ridiculous the Maynards were, pushing people around and thinking they could get away with it.
    And again it had been only afterwards, waking in the night, that Martha understood the whole pleasant easy afternoon was in fact another victory for Mr Maynard. For one thing, his name, the Maynard name, had scarcely been off their tongues. Yet the essence of defeating Mr Maynard was to forget him.
    And Martha’s being here now with Maisie was because Mr Maynard telephoned yesterday; ‘How’s my grandchild?’ ‘She’s not your grandchild, Mr Maynard.’
    ‘Maisie, the Maynards haven’t a legal right, they haven’t even a moral right to Rita. You’ve got to see it.’
    ‘They didn’t have a legal right or a moral right to send my husband away from this country. But they did it, didn’t they?’
    ‘That was because Mrs Maynard’s a cousin of the Commanding Officer.’
    ‘You know what I am saying, Matty, and it’s true.’
    ‘Yes, I know. But look, what do you suppose the Maynards could do? They can’t do a damned thing.’
    ‘After I posted that letter to Mr Maynard, I saw I’d put it into print.’
    ‘But Maisie, when you married Andrew, he became Rita’s father. The Maynards are out.’
    ‘But I’m divorced from Andrew.’
    ‘It doesn’t