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seemed to get more flimsy and feeble, and Cavor more unreal and fantastic, and the whole enterprise madder and madder every moment.

I got out of bed and wandered about. I sat at the window and stared at the immensity of space. Between the stars was the void, the unfathomable darkness! I tried to recall the fragmentary knowledge of astronomy I had gained in my irregular reading, but it was all too vague to furnish any idea of the things we might expect. At last I got back to bed and snatched some moments of sleep — moments of nightmare rather — in which I fell and fell and fell for evermore into the abyss of the sky.

I astonished Cavor at breakfast. I told him shortly, ‘I’m not coming with you in the sphere.’

I met all his protests with a sullen persistence. ‘The thing’s too mad,’ I said, ‘and I won’t come. The thing’s too mad.’

I would not go with him to the laboratory. I fretted about my bungalow for a time, and then took hat and stick and set off alone, I knew not whither. It chanced to be a glorious morning: a warm wind and deep blue sky, the first green of spring abroad, and multitudes of birds singing. I lunched on beef and beer in a little public-house near Elham,* and startled the landlord by remarking apropos of the weather, ‘A man who leaves the world when days of this sort are about is a fool!’

‘That’s what I says when I heerd on it!’ said the landlord, and I found that for one poor soul at least this world had proved excessive, and there had been a throat-cutting. I went on with a new twist to my thoughts.

In the afternoon I had a pleasant sleep in a sunny place, and went my way refreshed.

I came to a comfortable-looking inn near Canterbury.* It was bright with creepers, and the landlady was a clean old woman and took my eye. I found I had just enough money to pay for my lodging with her. I decided to stop the night there. She was a talkative body, and among many other particulars I learnt she had never been to London. ‘Canterbury’s as far as ever I been,’ she said. ‘I’m not one of your gad-about sort.’

‘How would you like a trip to the moon?’ I cried.

‘I never did hold with them ballooneys,’* she said, evidently under the impression that this was a common excursion enough. ‘I wouldn’t go up in one — not for ever so.’

This struck me as being funny. After I had supped I sat on a bench by the door of the inn and gossiped with two labourers about brick-making, and motor cars, and the cricket of last year. And in the sky a faint new crescent, blue and vague as a distant Alp, sank westward over the sun.

The next day I returned to Cavor. ‘I am coming,’ I said. ‘I’ve been a little out of order, that’s all.’

That was the only time I felt any serious doubt of our enterprise. Nerves purely! After that I worked a little more carefully, and took a trudge for an hour every day. And at last, save for the heating in the furnace, our labours were at an end.

IV

Inside the Sphere

‘Go on,’ said Cavor, as I sat across the edge of the manhole and looked down into the black interior of the sphere. We two were alone. It was evening, the sun had set, and the stillness of the twilight was upon everything.

I drew my other leg inside and slid down the smooth glass to the bottom of the sphere, then turned to take the cans of food and other impedimenta from Cavor. The interior was warm, the thermometer stood at eighty, and as we should lose little or none of this by radiation, we were dressed in shoes and thin flannels. We had, however, a bundle of thick woollen clothing and several thick blankets to guard against mischance. By Cavor’s direction I placed the packages, the cylinders of oxygen, and so forth, loosely about my feet, and soon we had everything in. He walked about the roofless shed for a time seeking anything we had overlooked, and then crawled in after me. I noted something in his hand.

‘What have you got there?’ I asked.

‘Haven’t you brought anything to read?’

‘Good Lord! No.’

‘I forgot to tell you. There are uncertainties — The voyage may last — We may be weeks!’

‘But——’

‘We shall be floating in this sphere with absolutely no occupation.’

‘I wish I’d known——’

He peered out of the manhole. ‘Look!’ he said. ‘There’s something there!’

‘Is there time?’

‘We shall be an hour.’

I looked out. It was an old number of Tit-Bits* that one of the men must have brought. Further away in the corner I saw a torn Lloyd’s News.* I scrambled back into the sphere with these things. ‘What have you got?’ I said.

I took the book from his hand and read, ‘The Works of William Shakespeare.’

He coloured slightly. ‘My education has been so purely scientific — ’ he said apologetically.

‘Never read him?’

‘Never.’

‘He knew a little you know — in an irregular sort of way.’

‘Precisely what I am told,’ said Cavor.

I assisted him to screw in the glass cover of the manhole, and then he pressed a stud to close the corresponding blind in the outer case. The little oblong of twilight vanished. We were in darkness.

For a time neither of us spoke. Although our case would not be impervious to sound, everything was very still. I perceived there was nothing to grip when the shock of our start should come, and I realised that I should be uncomfortable for want of a chair.

‘Why have we no chairs?’ I asked.

‘I’ve settled all that,’ said Cavor. ‘We shan’t need them.’

‘Why not?’

‘You will see,’ he said, in the tone of a man who refuses to talk.

I became silent. Suddenly it had come to me clear and vivid that I was a fool to be inside that sphere. Even now, I asked myself, is it too

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