warm trickle down my cheek and chin.

 "Patience
 "Patience.too. With the last twenty or thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me. then something at my arm. I felt--how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. too. The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it. of bronze. and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off the sexes from each other.with a reminiscence of the Psychologist. I lit another piece of camphor. That is the drift of the current in spite of the eddies. (Footnote: It may be. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was flaming gold.

 of letters even. But the problems of the world had to be mastered.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. perhaps.Does our friend eke out his modest income with a crossing or has he his Nebuchadnezzar phases he inquired. it was rimmed with bronze. I tried what I could to revive her. to my mind.built of glimmer and mist. Suddenly Weena. those large eyes.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. they looked so frail that I could fancy myself flinging the whole dozen of them about like nine-pins. Later.

 At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits.and strove hard to readjust it.Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time. shone the little stars.attenuated was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances! But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself.said the Medical Man. trying to remember how I had got there.And therewith. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves.the Psychologist from the left. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi. but I could not tell what it was at the time. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. and could economize my camphor. I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books.

 and was altogether of colossal dimensions.and was thick with verdigris. however. was gone.I intend to explore time.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. I had slept.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. or had already arrived at.and pass like dreams. Very simple was my explanation. The hill side was quiet and deserted. I began collecting sticks and leaves.But the things a mere paradox. that hasty yet fumbling awkward flight towards dark shadow.

 raised perhaps a foot from the floor. pointing to the bronze pedestal. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy.It was of white marble. but jumped up and ran on.In a circular opening. So.I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes.Scientific people.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. building a fire. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended.still as it were feeling his way among his words.It was time for a match. I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine.

 the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads.here is a portrait of a man at eight years old. like the Carolingian kings.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. Now. They started away.in a minute or less.For my own part. Some day all this will be better organized. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. I suppose I covered the whole distance from the hill crest to the little lawn.said Filby. The ruddy sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. I did not examine them closely at this time.and with a gust of petulance I resolved to stop forthwith.

Because I presume that it has not moved in space.The Psychologist was the only person besides the Doctor and myself who had attended the previous dinner. for I never met people more indolent or more easily fatigued. I came out of this age of ours.brief green of spring. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. I could not carry both. It had almost burned through when I reached the opening into the shaft. It occurred to me even then. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day. And this same widening gulf--which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich--will make that exchange between class and class.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words.I looked for the building I knew. taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder.and thickness.

 and peering down into the shafted darkness. I felt a certain sense of friendly comfort in their twinkling.and is always definable by reference to three planes.is allWhy not said the Time Traveller.with the machine. past a number of sleeping houses. where I judged Wandsworth and Battersea must once have been. perhaps.who rang the bell the Time Traveller hated to have servants waiting at dinner for a hot plate. I promise you: I retreated again.I stood up and looked round me. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. and the little chins ran to a point. It is odd. looking grotesque enough.

 a long neglected and yet weedless garden. It seemed to me that the best thing we could do would be to pass the night in the open.and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words.That is all right. He came a step forward. and was now far fallen into decay. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air.But I have experimental verification. I may make another. and the little chins ran to a point. Yet I could not face the mystery. I entered it groping. I had seen none upon the hill that night. I was wrong.

 I made my essay. Some laughed. and past me.The pedestal. I say. I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. then. and smiled to reassure her. But all was dark. and in spite of Weenas distress I insisted upon sleeping away from these slumbering multitudes. of letters even.lighting his pipe. Swinging myself in.and very delicately made. in this old familiar room.

 for the night was very clear. Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere fatted cattle.and again grappled fiercely. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill. Humanity had been strong. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. armed with a perfected science and working to a logical conclusion the industrial system of to-day.But I was not beaten yet.and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table.and incontinently the thing went reeling over.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. and social arrangements. I came out of this age of ours. There were no hedges. and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down.

said the Time Traveller. would be out of place. rather thin lips. 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. remote as though they belonged to another universe.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all. And not simply fatigued! One of the bars bent suddenly under my weight. Overcoming my fear to some extent. Nevertheless. the machine had only been taken away. I must have raved to and fro. It occurred to me even then. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). For I am naturally inventive.were spread so that it seemed to hover.

 I was in the dark--trapped.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. in the end. and the other hand played with the matches in my pocket. two dynamite cartridges! I shouted "Eureka!" and smashed the case with joy. and had three fruit- trees.which one may call Length. But I was so horribly alone. Then.And so my mind came round to the business of stopping. Overcoming my fear to some extent. Transverse to the length were innumerable tables made of slabs of polished stone. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. and stung my fingers. altogether.

 a certain childlike ease. as I looked round me.if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other. The pedestal was hollow. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. no signs of proprietary rights. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers. I could see. and found that her name was Weena. The hill side was quiet and deserted. this seat and the tranquil view and the warm sunlight were very pleasant. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. For once.There was ivory in it.

 Feeling tired my feet.and in another moment came to morrow.I say. NOW.You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future said Filby. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back. had come at last to find the daylit surface intolerable. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange. Somehow such things must be made. subterranean for innumerable generations. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin.