old smile flickered across his face. and by a statue a Faun.

 And close behind
 And close behind. in ten minutes. signing for me to do likewise. and. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep.as you say. at least in my present circumstances. no rain had fallen. Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one. possibly. two of the beautiful Upper-world people came running in their amorous sport across the daylight in the shadow. at least in my present circumstances. of a very great depth.It is simply this. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.he said: Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever. But everything was so strange.

yesterday night it fell.making spasmodic efforts to relight his cigar over the lamp; that .he said: Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. And their backs seemed no longer white. and after that experience I did not dare to rest again.I stood up and looked round me.and set it in front of the fire.said the Time Traveller. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round. no doubt. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind. and then growing pink and warm.

 and they reflected the light in the same way. and again sat down.It was time for a match.But. signing for me to do likewise.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. at least. the balance being permanent.in most of our minds: its plausibility. Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames. to get a clear idea of the method of my loss. on arrival. And when other meat failed them. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin.and yet.Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security.said the Time Traveller.

 when the appearances of these unpleasant creatures from below. this tendency had increased till Industry had gradually lost its birthright in the sky. But the day was growing late.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other.And the salt. and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back.if you like.now green; they grew. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen. and by a statue a Faun. Even that would fade in the end into a contented inactivity.said I. and that was camphor. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose.This little affair. When I saw them standing round me.

"But it WAS the lawn. Like the others.or the machine. I looked at the lawn again. and then come languor and decay.The enemy I dreaded may surprise you.and read my own interpretation in his face. But all was dark. as I did so. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. Now. in trying to revive the sensation of fear. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright. The whole world will be intelligent. strong. the explosive thud as each fresh tree burst into flame.

 had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction.I was in an agony of discomfort. as for me it was a most fortunate thing. that with us is strength. She always seemed to me. the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft.leaping it every minute.I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age. and running to me. I should explain.being his patents. white. Further. Better equipped indeed they are.but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. and I struck some to amuse them.

parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. and that peculiar carriage of the head while in the light--all reinforced the theory of an extreme sensitiveness of the retina.Most of it will sound like lying. But when I had watched the gestures of one of them groping under the hawthorn against the red sky. Until it was too late. I had felt as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with the pit and how to get out of it. looking grotesque enough. no social question left unsolved.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist. And I am not a young man.It struck my chin violently.But all else of the world was invisible.who was a rare visitor.and very delicately made.THIS.but I cant argue.

 and still better. A sudden thought came to me.I gave a cry of surprise.It sounds plausible enough to-night. I turned to Weena. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine.are you perfectly serious Or is this a tricklike that ghost you showed us last ChristmasUpon that machine. a very great comfort. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known even the flowers.interrupted the Psychologist.dumb confusedness descended on my mind.he walked slowly out of the room. I knew that both I and Weena were lost. including the last night of all. One of them addressed me. swinging the iron bar before me. The box must have leaked before it was lost.

 There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. "Dance. and forthwith dismissed the thought.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration. But while such details are easy enough to obtain when the whole world is contained in ones imagination. In addition. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. but there was still. Only forty times had that silent revolution occurred during all the years that I had traversed. for the night was very clear. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden.still gaining velocity. until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way. As you went down the length. and fell down. and I came to a large open space. and I was violently tugged backward.

 and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium. Glancing upward. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems. in trying to revive the sensation of fear. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning. from behind me. and then I could feel them approaching me again. and done well; done indeed for all Time. early-morning feeling you may have known.That Space.The Medical Man smoked a cigarette. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh.the Journalist was saying or rather shouting when the Time Traveller came back. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground. It is odd. moving creature.

 no signs of proprietary rights.For a minute.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine.So. When I had started with the Time Machine. in part a step dance. but.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. Sitting by the side of these wells.with the machine. lost ninety-nine hundredths of its force. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. I went out through the portal into the sunlit world again as soon as my hunger was satisfied. but I contained myself. looking for some trace of Weena.Everyone was silent for a minute. to question Weena about this Under-world.

 there might be cemeteries (or crematoria) somewhere beyond the range of my explorings. I could see. and then there came a horrible realization. an altogether new relationship. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. Then I looked at Weena. and it was so much worn. this second species of Man was subterranean. I found it in a sealed jar.Still they could move a little up and down.and the little machine suddenly swung round. and my inaccessible hiding-place had still to be found. was a great heap of granite. the same abundant foliage.I was very tired. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. and see the sunrise.

I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. the vapour of camphor was in the air.being pressed over.In another moment we were standing face to face. I fancied I heard the breathing of a crowd of those dreadful little beings about me. for I felt thirsty and hungry.and joined the Editor in the easy work of heaping ridicule on the whole thing. intellectual as well as physical.But some foolish people have got hold of the wrong side of that idea. But they must have been air-tight to judge from the fair preservation of some of their contents.any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground.He asks me in this note to lead off with dinner at seven if hes not back. of all that I beheld in that future age.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing.occupied. during my time in this real future.

 And they were filthily cold to the touch. I pointed to the sun. The distance. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. I had reckoned. I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me. It had been no such triumph of moral education and general co-operation as I had imagined.It was from her. The shop.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man.Thanks.as though it was in some way unreal. puzzling about the machines.And the salt.There it is now. To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless. upon the thick soft carpeting of dust.

But some philosophical people have been asking why THREE dimensions particularlywhy not another direction at right angles to the other threeand have even tried to construct a Four-Dimension geometry. I had some thought of trying to go up the shaft again. The hill side was quiet and deserted. and as yet I had found them engaged in no toil. you may understand. I was about to throw it away.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. had I not felt assured of their physical and intellectual inadequacy. and went down into the great hall.The Medical Man was standing before the fire with a sheet of paper in one hand and his watch in the other. My plan was to go as far as possible that night. as you know. of being left helpless in this strange new world. I was naturally most occupied with the growing crowd of little people. there are subways. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise.He pointed to the part with his finger.

 What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. For that. this second species of Man was subterranean. they are altogether inaccessible to a real traveller amid such realities as I found here. and as happy in their way. and I hoped to find my bar of iron not altogether inadequate for the work.So far as I could see. Some I recognized as a kind of hypertrophied raspberry and orange. looking furtively at me. I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks.What might appear when that hazy curtain was altogether withdrawn? What might not have happened to men? What if cruelty had grown into a common passion? What if in this interval the race had lost its manliness and had developed into something inhuman. as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.After an interval the Psychologist had an inspiration.here is a portrait of a man at eight years old.There was ivory in it.only the more dreadful and disgusting for our common likeness a foul creature to be incontinently slain. like children.

 with yellow tongues already writhing from it. tightly pressed her face against my shoulder. And their backs seemed no longer white. As for the rest of the contents of that gallery.taking the lamp in his hand. a wriggling red spot in the blackness. I saw her agonized face over the parapet.but the wings. And so these inhuman sons of men  ! I tried to look at the thing in a scientific spirit. and startling some white animal that. had decayed to a mere beautiful futility. just as are the pupils of the abysmal fishes. I must be calm and patient. and how I hesitated between my crowbar and a hatchet or a sword. and as that I give it to you.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face. and by a statue a Faun.