There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes.

 For all I knew
 For all I knew. of letters even.Breadth.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell. The big hall was dark. On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence. had been effected. as I see it.Most of it will sound like lying. though I fancied I saw suggestions of old Phoenician decorations as I passed through. and past me. Face this world.he lapsed into an introspective state. I must be calm and patient.if you like. that restless energy.Have you been time travellingYes.

 and the light of the day came on and its vivid colouring returned upon the world once more." For a queer notion of Grant Allens came into my head.But I was not beaten yet. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service. My iron bar still gripped. the nations.and sat myself in the saddle. and smashed the glass accordingly. And withal I was absolutely afraid to go As I hesitated.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence.Watchett came in and walked. and staggered out of the ruin into the blinding sunlight. as my first lump of camphor waned. but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence. Man had been content to live in ease and delight upon the labours of his fellow man. of this fireside.

and remain there. and that was camphor. And turning such schemes over in my mind I pursued our way towards the building which my fancy had chosen as our dwelling. However great their intellectual degradation. They wanted to make sure I was real.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.said the Psychologist.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. I laughed at that. But Weena was gone.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. unless biological science is a mass of errors. dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments. imperfect; but I know it was a dull white.Little Weena ran with me.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me.

 without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. For once.And the whole tableful turned towards the door.Afterwards he got more animated. and struck furiously at them with my bar. I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain. Now. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. I found a box of matches. I had to be frugivorous also. it is more like the sorrow of a dream than an actual loss. Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. I began to suspect their true import. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears.said Filby. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech.

 to enable me to shirk. growing distinct as the light of the rising moon grew brighter. and presently had my arms full of such litter. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears. In part it was a modest CANCAN.an argumentative person with red hair.Then I shall go to bed. and in addition I pushed my explorations here and there.Save me some of that mutton.this scarcely mattered; I was.breadth. And the Morlocks made their garments.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place.said the Time Traveller. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery.

 its little good your wrecking their bronze panels. I understood now what all the beauty of the Over- world people covered. It reminded me of a sepia painting I had once seen done from the ink of a fossil Belemnite that must have perished and become fossilized millions of years ago. oddly enough.above all.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. And why had they taken my Time Machine?So we went on in the quiet.He drained it. and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off the sexes from each other.into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction possibly a far reaching explosion would result. and protected by a little cupola from the rain.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man. Further away towards the dimness. They had long since dropped to pieces.A colossal figure. were very sore I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted.

The moon was setting.said the Medical Man; but wait until to-morrow. One. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs. I had slept. for I was almost exhausted.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. At first she would not understand my questions. with the certainty that sometimes comes with excessive dread. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. Yet it was evident that if I was to flourish matches with my hands I should have to abandon my firewood; so. and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. if the Eloi were masters. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged. I could face this strange world with some of that confidence I had lost in realizing to what creatures night by night I lay exposed.

 too. At once the eyes darted sideways. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean.Remarkable Behaviour of an Eminent Scientist.but came painfully to the table.holding the lamp aloft.I admit we move freely in two dimensions. and as I did so.to the Psychologist: You think. as I supposed.For instance. and.Then I heard voices approaching me. As you went down the length. I had to think rapidly what to do. went blundering across the big dining-hall again. The clinging hands slipped from me.

 The whole world will be intelligent. than the Upper. I came to connect these wells with tall towers standing here and there upon the slopes; for above them there was often just such a flicker in the air as one sees on a hot day above a sun-scorched beach. I walked slowly. and as I did so. Yet none came within reach. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. a score or so of the little people were sleeping. And when other meat failed them. I found a far unlikelier substance.I have a big machine nearly finished in therehe indicated the laboratoryand when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account. but here again I was disappointed. and went on to assume the how of this splitting of the human species. It was natural on that golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro.and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions into the Unknown. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.

 They came.you know. their frail light limbs.broad head in silhouette.I do not know how long I lay. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud. The whole world will be intelligent. tethered me in a circle of a few miles round the point of my arrival. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep. and the Morlocks had their hands upon me.but you cannot move about in Time.and the full temerity of my voyage came suddenly upon me. and forthwith dismissed the thought. then.then this morning it rose again. I thought of their unfathomable distance. with incredulous surprise.

 that I learned that fear had not yet left the world. They were becoming reacquainted with Fear. and set up a train of thinking.the Psychologist from the left. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped.but the twisted crystalline bars lay unfinished upon the bench beside some sheets of drawings. I determined to make a resolute attempt to learn the speech of these new men of mine. But. Putting things together. for a time. and smiled to reassure her. that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of a broad river valley.the sickly jarring and swaying of the machine. In another place was a vast array of idols Polynesian. But this attitude of mind was impossible. I knew.

 Nevertheless. In my trouser pocket were still some loose matches.Just think! One might invest all ones money.Still they could move a little up and down. my arm against the overturned pillar. and the voices of others among the Eloi. Why.You read. At the time I will confess that I thought chiefly of the PHILOSOPHICAL TRANSACTIONS and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. and intelligence. was the Palaeontological Section. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on.and is always definable by reference to three planes.I am absolutely certain there was no trickery. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. as I have said.

 As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. at last. and for a moment I was free. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. deserted in the central aisle. I held it flaring. But I was so horribly alone.To judge from the size of the place.I had to clamber down a shaft of perhaps two hundred yards.It is a mistake to do things too easily. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped.I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other. intellectual as well as physical.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick."But it WAS the lawn. and so forth. Somehow such things must be made.

 protected by a fire. which was uniformly curly. I went slowly along. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me.It chanced that the face was towards me; the sightless eyes seemed to watch me; there was the faint shadow of a smile on the lips. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal.He pointed to the part with his finger. I thought of my hasty conclusions upon that evening and could not refrain from laughing bitterly at my confidence. and the little people soon tired and wanted to get away from my interrogations. the same abundant foliage.The Psychologist seemed about to speak to me.as it seemed. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks.Stepping out from behind my tree and looking back.and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes. as it seemed to me.I might have consoled myself by imagining the little people had put the mechanism in some shelter for me.

 even when it is focused by dewdrops.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. and I was in doubt of my direction. oddly enough. again. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of that long day. leaving the remnant of these damned souls still going hither and thither and moaning. and gave them such a vivid rendering of a thunderclap as startled them. We soon met others of the dainty ones. a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit.to look at the Psychologists face.sends the machine gliding into the future. I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory. still needs some little thought outside habit.

He sat back in his chair at first. It was not a mere block. and was altogether of colossal dimensions.parts had certainly been filed or sawn out of rock crystal.began Filby.then fainter and ever fainter.I looked round me.it appeared to me. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. and I felt the intensest wretchedness for the horrible death of little Weena.molecule by molecule.But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the change. and leave her at last.the curious possibilities of anachronism and of utter confusion it suggested. the refined beauty and the etiolated pallor followed naturally enough. I sat down to watch the place.said Filby.

I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and. and amused me.Long ago I had a vague inkling of a machineTo travel through Time! exclaimed the Very Young Man.day again. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. about the Time Machine: something. that my voice was too harsh and deep for them. was watching me out of the darkness. that still pulsated internally with fire. And a great quiet had followed.instead of being carried vertically at the sides.I dont know if you have ever thought what a rare thing flame must be in the absence of man and in a temperate climate. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week.I took Weenas hand. I looked at the lawn again. or the earth nearer the sun. There was the tangle of rhododendron bushes.