And wishing to shape things for the best for him, she was troubled by the same doubts as before.
His visit with his grandmother had had no meaning to Larry, since he had no guess of the struggle going on within that ancient, inscrutable figure.

The visit had for him merely served to fill in a nervous, useless hour.

His rage against Barney had all the while possessed him too thoroughly for him to give more than the mere surface of his mind to what had passed between his grandmother and himself.

And when he had left her, his rage at Barney's treachery and his impetuous desire to snatch Maggie away from her present influences, so stormed within him that his usually cautious judgment was blown away and recklessness swept like a gale into control of him.
When he called up the Grantham a second time, at nine o'clock, Maggie's voice came to him: "Hello.

Who this, please ?" "Mr.Brandon." He heard a stilted "Oh!" at the other end of the line "I'm coming right up to see you," he said.
"I--I don't think you--" "I'll be there in then minutes," Larry interrupted the startled voice and hung up.
He counted that Maggie, after his sparing her at Cedar Crest, would receive him and treat him at least no worse than an enemy with whom there was a half hour's truce.