5/11 And he says it ought to be cut down. We mustn't cut it down without her knowledge, I suppose." He went up-stairs. There the old man sat, staring at the now gaunt tree as if his gaze were frozen on to its trunk. Unluckily the tree waved afresh by this time, a wind having sprung up and blown the fog away, and his eyes turned with its wavings. "There is Doctor Fitzpiers again," she said, and descended. |