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able detail that a new branch appears on the tree when somebody has petered out in this style。〃
〃What new nonsense is this？〃 cried Vane。 〃I know there's some crazy yarn about the trees spreading fever； though every educated man knows why these epidemics return occasionally。 And I know they say you can tell the noise of them among other trees in a gale； and I dare say you can。 But even Cornwall isn't a lunatic asylum； and a tree that dines on a passing tourist〃
〃Well； the two tales are reconcilable enough；〃 put in the poet quietly。 〃If there were a magic that killed men when they came close； it's likely to strike them with sickness when they stand far off。 In the old romance the dragon； that devours people； often blasts others with a sort of poisonous breath。〃
Ashe looked across at the speaker steadily； not to say stonily。
〃Do I understand；〃 he inquired； 〃that you swallow the swallowing trees too？〃
Treherne's dark smile was still on the defensive； his fencing always annoyed the other； and he seemed not without malice in the matter。
〃Swallowing is a metaphor；〃 he said； 〃about me； if not about the trees。 And metaphors take us at once into dreamlandno bad place； either。 This garen； I think； gets more and more like a dream at this corner of the day and night； that might lead us anywhere。〃
The yellow horn of the moon had appeared silently and as if suddenly over the black horns of the seaweed； seeming to announce as night something which till then had been evening。 A night breeze came in between the trees and raced stealthily across the turf； and as they ceased speaking they heard； not only the seething grass； but the sea itself move and sound in all the cracks and caves round them and below them and on every side。 They all felt the note that had been struck the American as an art critic and the poet as a poet； and the Squire； who believed himself boiling with an impatience purely rational； did not really understand his own impatience。 In him； more perhaps than the othersmore certainly than he knew himselfthe sea wind went to the head like wine。
〃Credulity is a curious thing；〃 went on Treherne in a low voice。 〃It is more negative than positive； and yet it is infinite。 Hundreds of men will avoid walking under a ladder； they don't know where the door of the ladder will lead。 They don't really think God would throw a thunderbolt at them for such a thing。 They don't know what would happen； that is just the point； but yet they step aside as from a precipice。 So the poor people here may or may not believe anything； they don't go into those trees at night。〃
〃I walk under a ladder whenever I can；〃 cried Vane； in quite unnecessary excitement。
〃You belong to a Thirteen Club；〃 said the poet。 〃You walk under a ladder on Friday to dine thirteen at a table； everybody spilling the salt。 But even you don't go into those trees at night。〃
Squire Vane stood up； his silver hair flaming in the wind。
〃I'll stop all night in your tomfool wood and up your tomfool trees；〃 he said。 〃I'll do it for twopence or two thousand pounds； if anyone will take the bet。〃
Without waiting for reply； he snatched up his wide white hat and settled it on with a fierce gesture； and had gone off in great leonine strides across the lawn before anyone at the table could move。
The stillness was broken by Miles； the butler； who dropped and broke one of the plates he carried。 He stood looking after his master with his long； angular chin thrust out； looking yel…lower where it caught the yellow light of the lamp below。 His face was thus sharply in shadow； but Paynter fancied for a moment it was convulsed by some passion passing surprise。 But the face was quite as usual when it turned； and Paynter realized that a night of fancies had begun； like the cross purposes of the 〃Midsummer Night's Dream。〃
The wood of the strange trees； toward which the Squire was walking； lay so far forward on the headland； which ultimately almost overhung the sea； that it could be approached by only one path； which shone clearly like a silver ribbon in the twilight。 The ribbon ran along the edge of the cliff； where the single row of deformed trees ran beside it all the way； and eventually plunged into the closer mass of trees by one natural gateway； a mere gap in the wood； looking dark； like a lion's mouth。 What became of the path inside could not be seen； but it doubtless led round the hidden roots of the great central trees。 The Squire was already within a yard or two of this dark entry when his daughter rose from the table and took a step or two after him as if to call him back。
Treherne had also risen； and stood as if dazed at the effect of his idle defiance。 When Barbara moved he seemed to recover himself； and stepping after her； said something which Paynter did not hear。 He said it casually and even distantly enough； but it clearly suggested something to her mind； for； after a moment's thought； she nodded and walked back； not toward the table； but apparently toward the house。 Paynter looked after her with a momentary curiosity； and when he turned again the Squire had vanished into the hole in the wood。
〃He's gone；〃 said Treherne； with a clang of finality in his tones； like the slamming of a door。
〃Well； suppose he has？〃 cried the lawyer； roused at the voice。 〃The Squire can go into his own wood； I suppose！ What the devil's all the fuss about； Mr。 Paynter？ Don't tell me you think there's any harm in that plantation of sticks。〃
〃No； I don't；〃 said Paynter； throwing one leg over another and lighting a cigar。 〃But I shall stop here till he comes out。〃
〃Very well；〃 said Ashe shortly； 〃I'll stop with you； if only to see the end of this farce。〃
The doctor said nothing； but he also kept his seat and accepted one of the American's cigars。 If Treherne had been attending to the matter he might have noted； with his sardonic superstition； a curious factthat； while all three men were tacitly condemning themselves to stay out all night if necessary； all； by one blank omission or oblivion； assumed that it was impossible to follow their host into the wood just in front of them。 But Treherne； though still in the garden； had wandered away from the garden table； and was pacing along the single line of trees against the dark sea。 They had in their regular interstices； showing the sea as through a series of windows； something of the look of the ghost or skeleton of a cloister； and he； having thrown his coat once more over his neck； like a cape； passed to and fro like the ghost of some not very sane monk。
All these men； whether skeptics or mystics； looked back for the rest of their lives on that night as on something unnatural。 They sat still or started up abruptly； and paced the great garden in long detours； so that it seemed that no three of them were together at a time； and none knew who would be his companion； yet their rambling remained within the same dim and mazy space。 They fell into snatches of uneasy slumber； these were very brief； and yet they felt as if the whole sitting； strolling； or occasional speaking had been parts of a single dream。
Paynter woke once； and found Ashe sitting opposite him at a table otherwise empty； his face dark in s