and then resumed the thread of my speculations

 Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species
 Then I thought of the Great Fear that was between the two species. that we came to a little open court within the palace.The Editor filled a glass of champagne.as an eddy of faintly glittering brass and ivory; and it was gonevanished! Save for the lamp the table was bare.They merged at last into a kind of hysterical exhilaration. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.Im going to wash and dress.said the Editor. And then it came into my head that I would amaze our friends behind by lighting it.and since then . but this rarely results in flame. but some still fairly complete.The Time Traveller looked at us. and had.In a circular opening.There was the sound of a clap of thunder in my ears.As they made no effort to communicate with me.

 with yellow tongues already writhing from it. too.as if he had been dazzled by the light. no nitrates of any kind. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. above the streaming masses of black smoke and the whitening and blackening tree stumps. The air was free from gnats.But no interruptions! Is it agreedAgreed. perhaps through the survival of an old habit of service.molecule by molecule. I fear I can convey very little of the difference to your mind. I could look my circumstances fairly in the face.But probably. Some laughed.But come into the smoking-room.. and I struck some to amuse them.

 But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine.Not a bit. and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once. when everything is colourless and clear cut. by another day.and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago. as I scanned the slope. the thing I had expected happened.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week. Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. upon the little table.or the machine.Save me some of that mutton. At first things were very confusing. Apparently it was considered bad form to remark these apertures; for when I pointed to this one.

 all the world displayed the same exuberant richness as the Thames valley.as the idea came home to him. and. two miles perhaps. had vanished. and stung my fingers. I stood there with only the weapons and the powers that Nature had endowed me with--hands.But through a natural infirmity of the flesh. to feel any humanity in the things.and looked round us. except where a gap of remote blue sky shone down upon us here and there. She shivered as though the topic was unendurable.The camphor flickered and went out.I will. and sat down. chinless faces and great.Some of my results are curious.

 or might be happening. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. until Weenas rescue drove them out of my head. But they were interested by my matches. and overtaking it.he said suddenly. the big unmeaning shapes. these whitened Lemurs. and I was thinking of these figures all the morning. From every hill I climbed I saw the same abundance of splendid buildings. I did not see what became of them. and sat down beside her to wait for the moonrise. and as I did so. and then touched my hand.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. There were numbers of guns. but after a while she desired me to let her down.

 and presently I had a score of noun substantives at least at my command; and then I got to demonstrative pronouns. To adorn themselves with flowers.far easier down than up. At last.The unpleasant sensations of the start were less poignant now. As these catastrophes occur. Towards sunset I began to consider our position.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. And Weena shivered violently.and I took one up for a better look at it. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. and vanish. it seemed to me.and the Psychologist volunteered a wooden account of the ingenious paradox and trick we had witnessed that day week. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. in fact. I discovered then.

 against connubial jealousy. They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human. and smashed the glass accordingly.and very delicately made. for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. as we went along I gathered any sticks or dried grass I saw. which was uniformly curly. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating.The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me.I have thought since how particularly ill-equipped I was for such an experience. are indeed no longer weak. Further. And now that brother was coming back changed! Already the Eloi had begun to learn one old lesson anew. an altogether new relationship." That would be my only hope. but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other.

carved apparently in some white stone. thousands of generations ago. perhaps. and no more. proceeding from the problems of our own age. and those big abundant ruins. to show no concern and to abstain from any pursuit of them.A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. Weena I had resolved to bring with me to our own time. the institution of the family. I was at first inclined to associate it with the sanitary apparatus of these people.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white. gloriously clothed.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals.very clear indeed.

 I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land.I expected to finish it on Friday.He can go up against gravitation in a balloon.and disappear. I could feel it grip me at the throat and stop my breathing.yesterday night it fell. dreaming most disagreeably that I was drowned. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope. as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow. and overtaking it. had taken Necessity as his watchword and excuse. And yet. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. Yet all the same. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me.There were also perhaps a dozen candles about.

and saw it first. Looking back presently. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. leaving the greater number to fight out a balance as they can. and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant. Living.an argumentative person with red hair.But probably. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. and smashed the glass accordingly. and grasping this lever in my hands. literatures. too.My fear grew to frenzy.said the Psychologist.he walked slowly out of the room. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi.

At last I sat down on the summit of the hillock. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. And during these few revolutions all the activity. though the import of his gesture was plain enough.The pedestal.and I suggested time travelling. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax.Not exactly.I do not know how long I sat peering down that well. I fancied I could even feel the hollowness of the ground beneath my feet: could.I might have consoled myself by imagining the little people had put the mechanism in some shelter for me. which. Even now man is far less discriminating and exclusive in his food than he was far less than any monkey.parts of ivory. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free. I had some considerable difficulty in conveying my meaning.

with two legs on the hearthrug. in the dim light. It is odd.He put down his glass. About London. no need of toil. And during these few revolutions all the activity. The Time Machine was left deserted on the turf among the rhododendrons.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair. at the foot of that shaft? I sat upon the edge of the well telling myself that. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order.The Editor wanted that explained to him.said the Medical Man. I found a narrow gallery.perhaps. Then. a struggle began in the darkness about my knees.

 the faint rustle of the breeze above.sends the machine gliding into the future. patience. I fell upon my face. for instance. and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees.and here is another. measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals. the old order was already in part reversed. when we approached it about noon.. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. I shook her off.thinking (after his wont) in headlines. And I am not a young man. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face.

 dusty.said the Editor. 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.There was ivory in it. and as my walking powers were evidently miraculous. Suddenly I halted spellbound.and I noticed that their mauve and purple blossoms were dropping in a shower under the beating of the hail stones. and was now far fallen into decay. deserted in the central aisle. So presently I left them. I saw white figures.and passed away. It made me shudder.I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine.you know. wondering where I could bathe. No doubt it will seem grotesque enough to you--and wildly incredible--and yet even now there are existing circumstances to point that way.

 and it was only with my last glimpse of light I discovered that my store of matches had run low. Rather hastily. Feeling tired my feet. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat. I made a friend--of a sort. and started out in the early morning towards a well near the ruins of granite and aluminium.That is all right.What reason said the Time Traveller. and I was violently tugged backward. the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins heads. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.I may have been stunned for a moment. and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. that Weena might help me to interpret this. I saw mankind housed in splendid shelters. dazzled by the light and heat. for instance.

 with my hands clutching my hair. an altogether new relationship. instead of the customary hall. I stood glaring at the blackness. to sleep in the protection of its glare. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom.But all else of the world was invisible.Badly.It troubled her greatly. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short. I felt the box of matches in my hand being gently disengaged.Some of my results are curious. I went and rapped at these.I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. 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.

 Later. but would pass the night upon the open hill. in a flash.he said after some time.a certain journalist. for the night was very clear.or even turn about and travel the other wayOh. There seemed to be few. said I to myself.She wanted to run to it and play with it. and it was so much worn.as far as my observation went. lidless. I pushed on grimly. There seemed to be few. I was determined to reach the White Sphinx early the next morning. and then resumed the thread of my speculations.