So they went over the town together, and she showed him what she considered its chief interest:  the tumble-down old house where her forebears had lived; the sombre, aristocratic-looking mansion where her mother’s family dwelt for centuries, and the ancient market-place where several hundred years before the witches had been burnt by the score.  She kept up a lively running stream of talk about it all, of which he understood not a fiftieth part as he trudged along by her side, cursing his forty-five years and feeling all the yearnings of his early manhood revive and jeer at him.  And, as she talked, England and Surbiton seemed very far away indeed, almost in another age of the world’s history.  Her voice touched something immeasurably old in him, something that slept deep.  It lulled the surface parts of his consciousness to sleep, allowing what was far more ancient to awaken.  Like the town, with its elaborate pretence of modern active life, the upper layers of his being became dulled, soothed, muffled, and what lay underneath began to stir in its sleep.  That big Curtain swayed a little to and fro.  Presently it might lift altogether....

He began to understand a little better at last.  The mood of the town was reproducing itself in him.  In proportion as his ordinary external self became muffled, that inner secret life, that was far more real and vital, asserted itself.  And this girl was surely the high-priestess of it all, the chief instrument of its accomplishment.  New thoughts, with new interpretations, flooded his mind as she walked beside him through the winding streets, while the picturesque old gabled town, softly coloured in the sunset, had never appeared to him so wholly wonderful and seductive.

And only one curious incident came to disturb and puzzle him, slight in itself, but utterly inexplicable, bringing white terror into the child’s face and a scream to her laughing lips.  He had merely pointed to a column of blue smoke that rose from the burning autumn leaves and made a picture against the red roofs, and had then run to the wall and called her to his side to watch the flames shooting here and there through the heap of rubbish.  Yet, at the sight of it, as though taken by surprise, her face had altered dreadfully, and she had turned and run like the wind, calling out wild sentences to him as she ran, of which he had not understood a single word, except that the fire apparently frightened her, and she wanted to get quickly away from it, and to get him away too.

Yet five minutes later she was as calm and happy again as though nothing had happened to alarm or waken troubled thoughts in her, and they had both forgotten the incident.