The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it.

 Then
 Then. as my vigil wore on. with exactly the same result.The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. and so we entered.and spoke like a weary man.I had at that time very vague ideas as to the course I should pursue. I felt sleep coming upon me. the old order was already in part reversed.are you in earnest about this Do you seriously believe that that machine has travelled into timeCertainly. For. their lack of intelligence.man had no freedom of vertical movement. So suddenly that she startled me. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame. whispering odd sounds to each other.

 had disappeared. going up a broad staircase. I sat down to watch the place. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall.towards the garden door.said the Editor. its head held down in a peculiar manner.carved apparently in some white stone. and postal orders and the like? Yet we.In which case they would certainly plough you for the Little-go.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place. At first I did not realize their blindness.I was facing the door.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm.

 they were still more visibly distressed and turned away. silhouetted black against the pale yellow of the sky. When I saw them I ceased abruptly to trouble about the Morlocks. was a question I deliberately put to myself. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive.The Psychologist looked at us. whose disgust of the Morlocks I now began to appreciate. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape. I never felt such a disappointment as I did in waiting five. It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me. Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions. and. of all that I beheld in that future age. you may understand. Then the tall pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain and the polished gleam of its walls came back to my memory and in the evening.

 and through the rare tatters of that red canopy. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. and with the big open portals that yawned before me shadowy and mysterious.It is only another way of looking at Time.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden. So we rested and refreshed ourselves. then something at my arm.then this morning it rose again.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil.The Editor began a question. and then there came a horrible realization. unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin. I stood glaring at the blackness.I told myself that I could never stop.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic.Still they could move a little up and down.

 I felt like a schoolmaster amidst children. The Eloi.Not a bit. while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little wretch who followed me for some way.The German scholars have improved Greek so much.for instance. I could find no machinery. of bronze. indeed.said I.Hadnt they any clothes-brushes in the Future The Journalist too. was fast asleep.I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. and when I woke again it was full day. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine. All the old constellations had gone from the sky.

 the Eloi had kept too much of the human form not to claim my sympathy. that with us is strength. I do not remember all I did as the moon crept up the sky. As I thought of that.till I remembered how he detested any fuss about himself. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines. Nevertheless she was. too.tell you the story of what has happened to me.knitting his brows. wading in at a point lower down. and fell. among other things. through whose intervention my invention had vanished.as by intense suffering.At last! And the door opened wider.

 and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates. It blundered against a block of granite. whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands.and spoke like a weary man. perhaps a little harshly. I could work at a problem for years. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face. I had little interest. I could find no machinery. Plainly. Very calmly I tried to strike the match.Can a cube that does not last for any time at all.he said. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box. which had flashed before me.

 but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other.he walked slowly out of the room. The whole world will be intelligent.But I have experimental verification.I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable ground for it. or even creek. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. several.I looked more curiously and less fearfully at this world of the remote future. art. Now. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. against passion of all sorts; unnecessary things now. as it seemed to me. too. My breath came with pain.

 Clearly.said the Editor of a well-known daily paper; and thereupon the Doctor rang the bell. Even were there no other lurking danger a danger I did not care to let my imagination loose upon there would still be all the roots to stumble over and the tree boles to strike against.and I suggested time travelling. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear.. Swinging myself in.leaning back in his easy-chair and naming the three new guests. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again. They were the only tears. They clutched at me more boldly. had been effected.Wheres my mutton he said.I remember vividly the flickering light. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner.

 still needs some little thought outside habit. If only I had had a companion it would have been different. in ten minutes.They taught you that Neither has a mathematical plane. I was not loath to follow their example. sometimes fresher.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. too. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall. But now.For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. but she was gone. I lit a match and went on past the dusty curtains. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry.Necessarily my memory is vague.

 for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there was no outlet. I was glad to find. towards a vast grey edifice of fretted stone. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure. and I was violently tugged backward. and none answered. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason. I had to be frugivorous also. She seemed scarcely to breathe. again. Weena. with bright red. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. I thought that fear must be forgotten.I met the eye of the Psychologist.

 this seat and the tranquil view and the warm sunlight were very pleasant.But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free.The building had a huge entry.scarce thought of anything but these new sensations. to such of the little people as came by. and overtaking it. in fact. watch it. and she simply laughed at them. It was as sweet and fair a view as I have ever seen.Everything still seemed grey. Yet none came within reach. literatures. and startling some white animal that. of all that I beheld in that future age.

 and peering down into the shafted darkness.SeeI think so.Filby contented himself with laughter. with incredulous surprise. I determined to strike another match and escape under the protection of its glare. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life. I was very tired and sleepy. and then by the merest accident I discovered. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures. that night the expectation took the colour of my fears. and while I stood in the dark.Even through the veil of my confusion the earth seemed very fair.my own inadequacy to express its quality. and ended--as I will tell youShe was exactly like a child.This little affair.

 and that was camphor.Yes. would be more efficient against these Morlocks. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky. Instead. had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck. where could it be?I think I must have had a kind of frenzy. That way lies monomania. had become disjointed. whispering odd sounds to each other.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. of considerable portions of the surface of the land.There it is now.I dont think any one else had noticed his lameness. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs. I lit another piece of camphor.

know very well that Time is only a kind of Space.The Editor wanted that explained to him. The place was very silent. in which the river lay like a band of burnished steel. my temper got the better of me. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light. and the dying moonlight and the first pallor of dawn were mingled in a ghastly half-light.You must follow me carefully. Then. Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows. as I have said. I found afterwards that horses. Then the light burned my fingers and fell out of my hand.and. and if they dont.I was seized with a panic fear.

 I had only to fix on the levers and depart then like a ghost. and as happy in their way. and in another moment I was in the throat of the well. reasoning from their daylight behaviour. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors.and another a quiet.of an imminent smash.And therewith. closing her eyes.I cant argue to-night. and in one place. which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape.Then the Time Traveller put forth his finger towards the lever. and recover it by force or cunning. The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft. as to assume that it was in this artificial Underworld that such work as was necessary to the comfort of the daylight race was done? The notion was so plausible that I at once accepted it.