d of outgrowth. That is easily explained. The puzzle is, what are the flowers for?  
“Very likely,” he added, “my orchid¹ may be something extraordinary in that way. If so I shall study it. I have often thought of making researches as Darwin did. But hitherto I have not found the time, or something else has happened to prevent it. The leaves are beginning to unfold now. I do wish you would come and see them!”
 
But she said that the orchid-house was so hot it gave her the headache. She had seen the plant once again, and the akrial rootlets, which were now some of them more than a foot long, had unfortunately reminded her of tentacles² reaching out after something; and they got into her dreams, growing after her with incredible rapidity. So that she had settled to her entire satisfaction that she would not see that plant again, and Wedderburn had to admire its leaves alone. They were of the ordinary broad form, and a deep glossy³ green, with splashes and dots of deep red towards the base. He knew of no other leaves quite like them. The plant was placed on a low bench near the thermometer, and close by was a simple arrangement by which a tap dripped on the hot-water pipes and kept the air steamy. And he spent his afternoons now with some regularity⁴ meditating⁵ on the approaching flowering of this strange plant.
 
And at last the great thing happened. Directly he entered the little glass house he knew that the spike⁶ had burst out, although his great Palaeonophis Lowii hid the corner where his new darling stood. There was a new odour in the air, a rich, intensely sweet scent⁷, that overpowered every other in that crowded, steaming little greenhouse.
 
Directly he noticed this he hurried down to the strange orchid. And, behold⁸! the trailing green spikes⁹ bore now three great splashes of blossom, from which this overpowering sweetness proceeded. He stopped before them in an ecstasy¹⁰ of admiration¹¹.
 
The flowers were white, with streaks¹² of golden orange upon the petals¹³; the heavy labellum was coiled into an intricate projection¹⁴, and a wonderful bluish purple mingled¹⁵ there with the gold. He could see at once that the genus was altogether a new one. And the insufferable scent! How hot the place was! The blossoms swam before his eyes.
 
He would see if the temperature was right. He made a step towards the thermometer. Suddenly everything appeared unsteady. The bricks on the floor were dancing up and down. Then the white blossoms, the green leaves behind them, the whole greenhouse, seemed to sweep sideways, and then in a curve upward.
 
At half-past four his cousin made the tea, according to their invariable custom. But Wedderburn did not come in for his tea.
 
“He is worshipping that horrid¹⁶ orchid,” she told herself, and waited ten minutes. “His watch must have stopped. I will go and call him.”
 
She went straight to the hothouse, and, opening the door, called his name. There was no reply. She noticed that the air was very close, and loaded with an intense perfume. Then she saw something lying on the bricks between the hot-water pipes.
 
For a minute, perhaps, she stood motionless.
 
He was lying, face upward, at the foot of the strange orchid. The tentacle-like akrial rootlets no longer swayed freely in the air, but were crowded together, a tangle¹⁷ of grey ropes, and stretched tight with their ends closely applied¹⁸ to his chin and neck and hands.
 
She did not understand. Then she saw from under one of the exultant¹⁹ tentacles upon his cheek there trickled²⁰ a little thread of blood.
 
With an inarticulate cry she ran towards him, and tried to pull him away from the leech-like suckers. She snapped two of these tentacles, and their sap dripped red.
 
Then the overpowering scent of the blossom began to make her head reel. How they clung to him! She tore at the tough ropes, and he and the white inflorescence swam about her. She felt she was fainting, knew she must not. She left him and hastily opened the nearest door, and, after she had panted for a moment in the fresh air, she had a brilliant inspiration. She caught up a flower-pot and smashed in the windows at the end of the green-house. Then she re-entered. She tugged²¹ now with renewed strength at Wedderburn’s motionless body, and brought the strange orchid crashing to the floor. It still clung with the grimmest tenacity²² to its victim. In a frenzy²³, she lugged²⁴ it and him into the open air.
 
Then she thought of tearing through the sucker rootlets one by one, and in another minute she had released him and was dragging him away from the horror.
 
He was white and bleeding from a dozen circular patches.
 
The odd-job man was coming up the garden, amazed at the smashing of glass, and saw her emerge, hauling the inanimate body with red-stained hands. For a moment he thought impossible things.
 
“Bring some water!” she cried, and her voice dispelled²⁵ his fancies. When, with unnatural²⁶ alacrity²⁷, he returned with the water, he found her weeping with excitement, and with Wedderburn’s head upon her knee, wiping the blood from his face.
 
“What’s the matter?” said Wedderburn, opening his eyes feebly, and closing them again at once.
 
“Go and tell Annie to come out here to me, and then go for Doctor Haddon at once,” she said to the odd-job man so soon as he brought the water; and added, seeing he hesitated, “I will tell you all about it when you come back.”
 
Presently Wedderburn opened his eyes again, and, seeing that he was troubled by the puzzle of his position, she explained to him, “You fainted in the hothouse.”
 
“And the orchid?”
 
“I will see to that,” she said.
 
Wedderburn had lost a good deal of blood, but beyond that he had suffered no very great injury. They gave him brandy mixed with some pink extract of meat, and carried him upstairs to bed. His housekeeper²⁸ told her incredible story in fragments to Dr Haddon. “Come to the orchid-house and see,” she said.
 
The cold outer air was blowing in through the open door, and the sickly perfume was almost dispelled. Most of the torn akrial rootlets lay already withered²⁹ amidst a number of dark stains upon the bricks. The stem of the inflorescence was broken by the fall of the plant, and the flowers were growing limp and brown at the edges of the petals. The doctor stooped towards it, then saw that one of the akrial rootlets still stirred feebly, and hesitated.
 
The next morning the strange orchid still lay there, black now and putrescent. The door banged intermittently³⁰ in the morning breeze, and all the array of Wedderburn’s orchids³¹ was shrivelled and prostrate³². But Wedderburn himself was bright and garrulous³³ upstairs in the glory of his strange adventure.