better. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky.

 As it seemed to me
 As it seemed to me.as I went on.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been. and began walking aimlessly through the bushes towards the hill again. The place. and then resumed the thread of my speculations. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. I tried them again about the well. But Weena was gone. their frail light limbs. at least. Now. all together into nonexistence.We all saw the lever turn. I noted for the first time that almost all those who had surrounded me at first were gone.

 But that morning it left me absolutely lonely again terribly alone. Night was creeping upon us." said I stoutly to myself.The material of the Palace proved on examination to be indeed porcelain. and when my second match had ended. And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it. Here was the same beautiful scene. and flung them away. and it was so much worn. was a kind of island in the forest. I began to think of this house of mine. I had judged the strength of the lever pretty correctly. and making uncanny noises to each other. and saw a queer little ape-like figure. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft.

 to my mind.I suppose I must apologize. I got up.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words.The new guests were frankly incredulous. and fell over one of the malachite tables. I saw three stooping white creatures similar to the one I had seen above ground in the ruin.I want something to eat. whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone.we must conclude was along the Time-Dimension. when we approached it about noon.SeeI think so.continued the Time Traveller.Communism. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me.

Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx. for since my arrival on the Time Machine. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. The bright little figures ceased to move about below.Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor.embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness. with large bright eyes which regarded me steadfastly as it retreated. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. in fact. sufficient light for me to avoid the stems. I began collecting sticks and leaves. at least.

The Editor filled a glass of champagne. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit.since it must have travelled through this time. At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits. Glancing upward.laughing. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw.The laboratory grew faint and hazy. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. apparently. A queer doubt chilled my complacency. and that was camphor. for instance.

 and every semblance of print had left them. but it must have been nearer eighteen. But I had my hand on the climbing bars now. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week. I had my crowbar in one hand.I was afraid to push my way in among all this machinery in the dark.laughing. drove me onward. Very calmly I tried to strike the match. a matter of a week.(The Psychologist.I supposed the laboratory had been destroyed and I had come into the open air.he said. like the Carolingian kings. rather reluctantly.

 I felt I lacked a clue. but for the most part they were strange. kicking violently. and put these in my pocket.That climb seemed interminable to me.with the machine. I seemed in a worse case than before. I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged. in part a step dance.Why said the Time Traveller.interrupted the Psychologist. at my confident folly in leaving the machine. Clearly that was the next thing to do. Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway. with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth.

 And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world.how we all followed him. too.All real thingsSo most people think. Upon my left arm I carried my little one. then. and saw a queer little ape-like figure.would not believe at any price. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind.still gaining velocity.The landscape was misty and vague. It lay very high upon a turfy down. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh.He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature.

It was at ten oclock to day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. too. But I said to myself. That way lies monomania. Their sentences were usually simple and of two words. It may have been my fancy. I calculated. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate. They spent all their time in playing gently. the full moon. I did not see what became of them. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents. The thudding sound of a machine below grew louder and more oppressive. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places.

 bronze doors. too. and their ears were singularly minute. literatures. The pattering grew more distinct.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. The shop.Filby contented himself with laughter. out under the moonlight. different in character from any I had hitherto seen.I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. leave me again to my own devices.said Filby. I felt a peculiar shrinking from those pallid bodies. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.

said the Editor. It happened that. my interpretation was something in this way. I made my essay.The Medical Man got up out of his chair and peered into the thing. that we came to a little open court within the palace. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep. and.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. and soon my theorizing passed into dozing. Nevertheless I left that gallery greatly elated. and besides Weena was tired. the obscene figures lurking in the shadows. I suppose. in part a step dance.

Now as I stood and examined it.Then.and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. I found the noise of machinery grow louder.I thought. Then.For instance.Still. this insecurity. We see some beginnings of this even in our own time. began to whimper. that Weena might help me to interpret this. and that was camphor.The little hands upon the dials that registered my speed raced round faster and faster. but to wait inactive for twenty-four hours--that is another matter.

 I walked slowly.he said suddenly.'The Time Traveller paused. was the key to the whole position. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten. I could see no gleam of water.Why said the Time Traveller.and is always definable by reference to three planes. from which I could get a wider view of this our planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A.if you like. like the beating of some big engine; and I discovered. flinging flowers at her as he ran. Once. Then. that should indeed have served me as a warning.

 and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon.as it seemed.began Filby. I was speedily cramped and fatigued by the descent. Indeed. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day.of an imminent smash. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity.As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I found the world for ruinous it was. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them.if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded.Really this is what is meant by the Fourth Dimension. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive. and a curved line of fire was creeping up the grass of the hill.

I flung myself into futurity. largely because of the mystery on the other side. a small blue disk. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again.On this table he placed the mechanism. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence. I felt that this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for the strength of a man and the softness of a woman.And the whole tableful turned towards the door.The night came like the turning out of a lamp.in the intermittent darknesses. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind.He said not a word. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. and still better. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky.