Now he was like a sick child that has ranged all its toys in front of it and finds no comfort in them.

And, as he looked at them, the tulip-wood and the scented sandalwood and camphor-wood gave him an idea.

The Master and the Professor had both advised him to send his son Nicholas out of England for a little while.  “Let him travel for six months and get the whole miserable business out of his head.”

Nicky, when he gave up the Army, had told him flatly that he would rather die than spend his life sitting in a beastly office.  Nicky had put it to him that timber meant trees, and trees meant forests; why, lots of the stuff they imported came from the Himalaya and the West Indies and Ceylon.  He had reminded him that he was always saying a timber merchant couldn’t know enough about the living tree.  Why shouldn’t he go into the places where the living trees grew and learn all about them?  Why shouldn’t he be a tree-expert?  Since they were specializing in rare and foreign woods, why shouldn’t he specialize in rare and foreign trees?

And the slabs of tulip-wood and scented camphor-wood and sandalwood were saying to Anthony, “Why not?” Neither he nor Frances had wanted Nicky to go off to the West Indies and the Himalaya; but now, since clearly he must go off somewhere, why not?

Drayton and Dorothy came in just as Anthony (still profoundly dejected) was saying to himself, “Reinstate him.  Give him responsibility—­curiosity—­healthy interests.  Get the whole miserable business out of his head.”

It seemed incredible, after what they had gone through, that Drayton should be standing there, telling him that there was nothing in it, that there never had been any miserable business, that it was all a storm in a hysterical woman’s teacup.  He blew the whole dirty nightmare to nothing with the laughter that was like Nicky’s own laughter.

Then Anthony and Drayton and Dorothy sat round the table, drafting letters to the Master and the Professor.  Anthony, at Drayton’s dictation, informed them that he regretted the step they had seen fit to take; that he knew his own son well enough to be pretty certain that there had been some misunderstanding; therefore, unless he received within three days a written withdrawal of the charge against his son Nicholas, he would be obliged to remove his son Michael from the Master’s College.

The idea of removing Michael was Anthony’s own inspiration.

Drayton’s advice was that he should give Nicky his choice between Oxford and Germany, the big School of Forestry at Aschaffenburg.  If he chose Germany, he would be well grounded; he could specialize and travel afterwards.

“Now that’s all over,” Anthony said, “you two had better come and have tea with me somewhere.”

But there was something in their faces that made him consult his watch and find that “Oh dear me, no! he was afraid he couldn’t.”  He had an appointment at five.