"Iamverythirsty，"saidBastinpresently。"Thosesmellsseemtohavedriedmeup。Iamgoingtogetsometea——Imeanwater，asunfortunatelythereisnotea，"andhesetofftowardsthemouthofthecave。
　　Wefollowedhim，Idon’tquiteknowwhy，exceptthatwewishedtobreathefreelyoutside，alsoweknewthatthesepulchreanditscontentswouldbeassafeastheyhadbeenfor——well，howlong？
　　Itprovedtobeabeautifulmorningoutside。Wewalkedupanddownenjoyingitsub—consciously，forreallyour——thatisBickley’sandmyown——intelligenceswereconcentratedonthatsepulchreanditscontents。WhereBastin’smayhavebeenIdonotknow，perhapsinavisionaryteapot，sinceIwassurethatitwouldtakehimadayortwotoappreciatethesignificanceofourdiscoveries。Atanyrate，hewanderedoff，makingnoremarksaboutthem，todrinkwater，Isuppose。
　　Presentlyhebegantoshouttousfromtheendofthetable—rockandwewenttoseethereasonofhisnoise。Itprovedtobeverysatisfactory，forwhilewewereinthecavetheOrofenanshadbroughtabsolutelyeverythingbelongingtous，togetherwithalargesupplyoffoodfromthemainisland。Notasinglearticlewasmissing；evenourbooks，acanwiththebottomout，andthebrokenpiecesofalittlepocketmirrorhadbeenreligiouslytransported，andwiththeseafewarticlesthathadbeenstolenfromus，notablymypocket—knife。Evidentlyagreattaboohadbeenlaiduponallourpossessions。TheywerenowcarefullyarrangedinoneofthegroovesoftherockthatBickleysupposedhadbeenmadebythewheelsofaeroplanes，whichwaswhywehadnotseenthematonce。
　　Eachofusrushedforwhatwedesiredmost——Bastinforoneofthecanistersoftea，Iformydiaries，andBickleyforhischestofinstrumentsandmedicines。Thesewereremovedtothemouthofthecave，andafterthemtheotherthingsandthefood；alsoabelltentandsomecampfurniturethatwehadbroughtfromtheship。ThenBastinmadesometeaofwhichhedrankfourlargepannikins，havingfirstsaidgraceoveritwithunwontedfervour。
　　Nordidwedisdainourshareofthebeverage，althoughBickleypreferredcocoaandIcoffee。Cocoaandcoffeewehadnotimetomakethen，andinviewofthatsepulchreinthecave，whathadwetodowithcocoaandcoffee？
　　SoBickleyandIsaidtoeachother，andyetpresentlyhechangedhismindandinaspecialmetalmachinecarefullymadesomeextremelystrongblackcoffeewhichhepouredintoathermosflask，previouslywarmedwithhotwater，addingtheretoaboutaclaretglassofbrandy。Alsoheextractedcertaindrugsfromhismedicine—chest，andwiththem，asInoted，ahypodermicsyringe，whichhefirstboiledinakettleandthenshutupinalittletubewithaglassstopper。
　　Thesepreparationsfinished，hecalledtoTommytogivehimthescrapsofourmeal。ButtherewasnoTommy。Thedogwasmissing，andthoughwehuntedeverywherewecouldnotfindhim。Finallyweconcludedthathehadwanderedoffdownthebeachonbusinessofhisownandwouldreturninduecourse。WecouldnotbotheraboutTommyjustthen。
　　Aftermakingsomefurtherpreparationsandfidgetingaboutalittle，Bickleyannouncedthataswehadnowsomeproperparaffinlampsofthepowerfulsortwhichareknownas"hurricane，"heproposedbytheiraidtocarryoutfurtherexaminationsinthecave。
　　"IthinkIshallstopwhereIam，"saidBastin，helpinghimselffromthekettletoafifthpannikinoftea。"Thosecorpsesareveryinteresting，butIdon’tseeanyuseinstaringatthemagainatpresent。Onecanalwaysdothatatanytime。IhavemissedMaramaoncealreadybybeingawayinthatcave，andIhavealottosaytohimaboutmypeople；Idon’twanttobeabsentincaseheshouldreturn。"
　　"Towashupthethings，Isuppose，"saidBickleywithasniff；
　　"orperhapstoeatthetea—leaves。"
　　"Well，asamatteroffact，Ihavenoticedthatthesenativeshaveapeculiartastefortea—leaves。Ithinktheybelievethemtobeamedicine，butIdon’tsupposetheywouldcomesofarforthem，thoughperhapstheymightinthehopeofgettingtheheadofOro。Anyhow，Iamgoingtostophere。"
　　"Praydo，"saidBickley。"Areyouready，Humphrey？"
　　Inodded，andhehandedtomeafelt—coveredflaskofthenon—
　　conductingkind，filledwithboilingwater，atinofpreservedmilk，andalittlebottleofmeatextractofamostconcentratedsort。Then，havinglittwoofthehurricanelampsandseenthattheywerefullofoil，westartedbackupthecave。
　　ChapterXI
　　ResurrectionWereachedthesepulchrewithoutstoppingtolookattheparkedmachinesoreventhemarvelousstatuethatstoodaboveit，forwhatdidwecareaboutmachinesorstatuesnow？Asweapproachedwewereastonishedtohearlowandcavernousgrowlings。
　　"Thereissomewildbeastinthere，"saidBickley，halting。
　　"No，byGeorge！it’sTommy。Whatcanthedogbeafter？"
　　Wepeepedin，andtheresureenoughwasTommylyingonthetopoftheGlitteringLady’scoffinandgrowlinghisverybestwiththehairstandingupuponhisback。Whenhesawwhoitwas，however，hejumpedoffandfriskedround，lickingmyhand。
　　"That’sverystrange，"Iexclaimed。
　　"Notstrangerthaneverythingelse，"saidBickley。
　　"Whatareyougoingtodo？"Iasked。
　　"Openthesecoffins，"heanswered，"beginningwiththatoftheoldgod，sinceIwouldratherexperimentonhim。Iexpecthewillcrumbleintodust。Butifbychancehedoesn’tI’lljamalittlestrychnine，mixedwithsomeotherdrugs，ofwhichyoudon’tknowthenames，intooneofhisveinsandseeifanythinghappens。Ifitdoesn’t，itwon’thurthim，andifitdoes——well，whoknows？
　　Nowgivemeahand。"
　　Wewenttotheleft—handcoffinandbyinsertingthehookonthebackofmyknife，ofwhichtherealuseistopickstonesoutofhorses’hoofs，intooneofthelittleair—holesIhavedescribed，managedtoraisetheheavycrystallidsufficientlytoenableustoforceapieceofwoodbetweenitandthetop。Therestwaseasy，forthehingesbeingofcrystalhadnotcorroded。
　　Intwominutesitwasopen。
　　Fromthechestcameanoverpoweringspicyodour，andwithitaveritablebreathofwarmairbeforewhichwerecoiledalittle。
　　Bickleytookapocketthermometerwhichhehadathandandglancedatit。Itmarkedatemperatureof82degreesinthesepulchre。Havingnotedthis，hethrustitintothecoffinbetweenthecrystalwallanditsoccupant。Thenwewentoutandwaitedalittlewhiletogivetheodourstimetodissipate，fortheymadetheheadreel。
　　Afterfiveminutesorsowereturnedandexaminedthethermometer。Ithadrisento98degrees，thenaturaltemperatureofthehumanbody。
　　"Whatdoyoumakeofthatifthemanisdead？"hewhispered。
　　Ishookmyhead，andaswehadagreed，settohelpinghimtoliftthebodyfromthecoffin。Itwasagoodweight，quiteelevenstoneIshouldsay；moreover，itwasnotstill，forthehipjointsbent。Wegotitoutandlaiditonablanketwehadspreadonthefloorofthesepulchre。WhilstIwasthusengagedIsawsomethingthatnearlycausedmetoloosemyholdfromastonishment。Beneaththehead，thecentreofthebackandthefeetwerecrystalboxesabouteightinchessquare，orrathercrystalblocks，forinthemIcouldseenoopening，andtheseboxesemittedafaintphosphorescentlight。Itouchedoneofthemandfoundthatitwasquitewarm。
　　"Greatheavens！"Iexclaimed，"here’smagic。"
　　"There’snosuchthing，"answeredBickleyinhisusualformula。
　　Thenanexplanationseemedtostrikehimandheadded，"Notmagicbutradiumorsomethingofthesort。That’showthetemperaturewaskeptup。Insufficientquantityitispracticallyindestructible，yousee。Myword！thisoldgentlemanknewathingortwo。"
　　Againwewaitedalittlewhiletoseeifthebodybeguntocrumbleonexposuretotheair，Itakingtheopportunitytomakearoughsketchofitinmypocket—bookinanticipationofthatevent。Butitdidnot；itremainedquitesound。
　　"Heregoes，"saidBickley。"Ifheshouldbealive，hewillcatchcoldinhislungsafterlyingforagesinthatbabyincubator，asIsupposehehasdone。Soitisnowornever。"
　　Thenbiddingmeholdtheman’srightarm，hetookthesterilizedsyringewhichhehadprepared，andthrustingtheneedleintoaveinheselectedjustabovethewrist，injectedthecontents。
　　"Itwouldhavebeenbetterovertheheart，"hewhispered，"butIthoughtIwouldtrythearmfirst。Idon’tlikeriskingchillsbyuncoveringhim。"
　　Imadenoanswerandagainwewaitedandwatched。
　　"Greatheavens，he’sstirring！"Igaspedpresently。
　　Stirringhewas，forhisfingersbegantomove。
　　Bickleybentdownandplacedhiseartotheheart——Iforgottosaythathehadtestedthisbeforewithastethoscope，buthadbeenunabletodetectanymovement。
　　"Ibelieveitisbeginningtobeat，"hesaidinanawedvoice。
　　Thenheappliedthestethoscope，andadded，"Itis，itis！"
　　Nexthetookafilamentofcottonwoolandlaiditontheman’slips。Presentlyitmoved；hewasbreathing，thoughveryfaintly。
　　Bickleytookmorecottonwoolandhavingpouredsomethingfromhismedicine—chestontoit，placeditoverthemouthbeneaththeman’snostrils——Ibelieveitwassalvolatile。
　　Nothingfurtherhappenedforalittlewhile，andtorelievethestrainonmymindIstaredabsentlyintotheemptycoffin。HereI
　　sawwhathadescapedournotice，twosmallplatesofwhitemetalandcutuponthemwhatItooktobestarmaps。BeyondtheseandtheglowingboxeswhichIhavementioned，therewasnothingelseinthecoffin。Ihadnotimetoexaminethem，foratthatmomenttheoldmanopenedhismouthandbegantobreathe，evidentlywithsomediscomfortandeffort，ashisemptylungsfilledthemselveswithair。Thenhiseyelidslifted，revealingawonderfulpairofdarkglowingeyesbeneath。Nexthetriedtositupbutwouldhavefallen，hadnotBickleysupportedhimwithhisarm。
　　IdonotthinkhesawBickley，indeedheshuthiseyesagainasthoughthelighthurtthem，andwentintoakindoffaint。ThenitwasthatTommy，whoallthiswhilehadbeenwatchingtheproceedingswithgraveinterest，cameforward，wagginghistail，andlickedtheman’sface。Atthetouchofthedog’sredtongue，heopenedhiseyesforthesecondtime。Nowhesaw——notusbutTommy，foraftercontemplatinghimforafewseconds，somethinglikeasmileappeareduponhisfiercebutnobleface。More，heliftedhishandandlaiditonthedog’shead，asthoughtopatitkindly。Halfaminuteorsolaterhisawakeningsensesappreciatedourpresence。Theincipientsmilevanishedandwasreplacedbyasomewhatterriblefrown。
　　MeanwhileBickleyhadpouredoutsomeofthehotcoffeelacedwithbrandyintothecupthatwasscrewedonthetopofthethermosflask。AdvancingtothemanwhomIsupported，heputittohislips。Hetastedandmadeawryface，butpresentlyhebegantosip，andultimatelyswalloweditall。Theeffectofthestimulantwaswonderful，forinafewminuteshecametolifecompletelyandwasevenabletositupwithoutsupport。
　　Forquitealongwhilehegazedatusgravely，talkingusinandeverythingconnectedwithus。Forinstance，Bickley’smedicine—
　　casewhichlayopenshowingthelittlevulcanitetubes，afewinstrumentsandotheroutfit，engagedhisparticularattention，andIsawatoncethatheunderstoodwhatitwas。Thushisarmstillsmartedwheretheneedlehadbeendriveninandontheblanketlaythesyringe。Helookedathisarm，thenlookedatthesyringe，andnodded。Theparaffinhurricanelampsalsoseemedtointerestandwinhisapproval。Wetwomen，asIthought，attractedhimleastofall；hejustsummedusupandourgarments，moreespeciallythegarments，withafewshrewdglances，andthenseemedtoturnhisthoughtstoTommy，whohadseatedhimselfquitecontentedlyathisside，evidentlyacceptinghimasanewadditiontoourparty。
　　IconfessthatthisbehaviouronTommy’spartreassuredmenotalittle。Iamagreatbelieverintheinstinctsofanimals，especiallyofdogs，andIfeltcertainthatifthismanhadnotbeeninallessentialshumanlikeourselves，Tommywouldnothavetoleratedhim。Inthesamewaythesleeper’sclearlikingforTommy，atwhomhelookedmuchoftenerandwithgreaterkindnessthanhedidatus，suggestedthattherewasgoodnessinhimsomewhere，sincealthoughadoginitswonderfultolerancemayloveabadpersoninwhomitsmellsouthiddenvirtue，noreallybadpersoneverlovedadog，or，Imayadd，achildoraflower。
　　Asamatteroffact，the"oldgod，"aswehadchristenedhimwhilehewasinhiscoffin，duringallourassociationwithhim，caredinfinitelymoreforTommythanhedidforanyofus，acircumstancethatultimatelywasnotwithoutitsinfluenceuponourfortunes。Butforthistherewasareasonaswelearnedafterwards，alsohewasnotreallysoamiableasIhoped。
　　Whenwehadlookedateachotherforalongwhilethesleeperbegantoarrangehisbeard，ofwhichthelengthseemedtosurprisehim，especiallyasTommywasseatedononeendofit。
　　FindingthisoutandapparentlynotwishingtodisturbTommy，hegaveuptheoccupation，andafteroneortwoattempts，forhistongueandlipsstillseemedtobestiff，addressedusinsomesonorousandmusicallanguage，unlikeanythatwehadeverheard。
　　Weshookourheads。ThenbyanafterthoughtIsaid"Goodday"tohiminthelanguageoftheOrofenans。Hepuzzledoverthewordasthoughitweremoreorlessfamiliartohim，andwhenIrepeatedit，gaveitbacktomewithadifferenceindeed，butinawaywhichconvincedusthathequiteunderstoodwhatImeant。Theconversationwentnofurtheratthemomentbecausejustthensomememoryseemedtostrikehim。
　　HewassittingwithhisbackagainstthecoffinoftheGlitteringLady，whomthereforehehadnotseen。Nowhebegantoturnround，andbeingtooweaktodoso，motionedmetohelphim。
　　Iobeyed，whileBickley，guessinghispurpose，helduponeofthehurricanelampsthathemightseebetter。Withakindoffierceeagernesshesurveyedherwholaywithinthecoffin，andafterhehaddoneso，utteredasighasofintenserelief。
　　Nexthepointedtothemetalcupoutofwhichhehaddrunk。
　　Bickleyfilleditagainfromthethermosflask，whichIobservedexcitedhiskeeninterest，for，havingtouchedtheflaskwithhishandandfoundthatitwascool，heappearedtomarvelthatthefluidcomingfromitshouldbehotandsteaming。Presentlyhesmiledasthoughhehadgotthecluetothemystery，andswallowedhisseconddrinkofcoffeeandspirit。Thisdone，hemotionedtoustoliftthelidofthelady’scoffin，pointingoutacertaincatchintheboltswhichatfirstwecouldnotmaster，foritwillberememberedthatonthiscoffinthesewereshot。
　　Intheend，bypursuingthesamemethodsthatwehadusedintheinstanceofhisown，weraisedthecoffinlidandoncemoreweredriventoretreatfromthesepulchreforawhilebytheoverpoweringodourliketothatofawholegreenhousefulloftuberoses，thatflowedoutofit，inducingakindofstupefactionfromwhichevenTommyfled。
　　Whenwereturneditwastofindthemankneelingbythesideofthecoffin，forasyethecouldnotstand，withhisglowingeyesfixeduponthefaceofherwhosleptthereinandwavinghislongarmsaboveher。
　　"Hypnoticbusiness！Wonderifitwillwork，"whisperedBickley。
　　Thenheliftedthesyringeandlookedinquiringlyattheman，whoshookhishead，andwentonwithhismesmericpasses。
　　Icreptroundhimandtookmystandbythesleeper’shead，thatImightwatchherface，whichwaswellworthwatching，whileBickley，withhismedicineathand，remainednearherfeet，I
　　thinkengagedindisinfectingthesyringeinsomespiritoracid。
　　Ibelievehewasabouttomakeanattempttouseitwhensuddenly，asthoughbeneaththeinfluenceofthehypnoticpasses，achangeappearedontheGlitteringLady’sface。Hitherto，beautifulasitwas，ithadbeenadeadfacethoughoneofapersonwhohadsuddenlybeencutoffwhileinfullhealthandvigourafewhours，oratthemostadayorsobefore。Nowitbegantoliveagain；itwasasthoughthespiritwerereturningfromafar，andnotwithouttoilandtribulation。
　　Expressionafterexpressionflittedacrossthefeatures；indeedtheseseemedtochangesomuchfrommomenttomomentthattheymighthavebelongedtoseveraldifferentindividuals，thougheachwasbeautiful。ThefactoftheseremarkablechangeswiththesuggestionofmultiformpersonalitieswhichtheyconveyedimpressedbothBickleyandmyselfverymuchindeed。Thenthebreastheavedtumultuously；itevenappearedtostruggle。Nexttheeyesopened。Theywerefullofwonder，evenoffear，butoh！
　　whatmarvelouseyes。Idonotknowhowtodescribethem，I
　　cannotevenstatetheirexactcolour，exceptthatitwasdark，somethingliketheblueofsapphiresofthedeepesttint，andyetnotblack；large，too，andsoftasadeer’s。Theyshutagainasthoughthelighthurtthem，thenoncemoreopenedandwanderedabout，apparentlywithoutseeing。
　　Atlengththeyfoundmyface，forIwasstillbendingoverher，and，restingthere，appearedtotakeitinbydegrees。More，itseemedtotouchandstirsomehumanspringinthestill—sleepingheart。Atleastthefearpassedfromherfeaturesandwasreplacedbyafaintsmile，suchasapatientsometimesgivestooneknownandwellloved，astheeffectsofchloroformpassaway。
　　Forawhileshelookedatmewithanearnest，searchinggaze，thensuddenly，forthefirsttimemovingherarms，liftedthemandthrewthemroundmyneck。
　　Theoldmanstared，bendinghisimperialbrowsintoalittlefrown，butdidnothing。Bickleystaredalsothroughhisglassesandsniffedasthoughindisapproval，whileIremainedquitestill，fightingwithawildimpulsetokissheronthelipsasonewouldanawakeningandbelovedchild。IdoubtifIcouldhavedoneso，however，forreallyIwasimmovable；myheartseemedtostopandallmymusclestobeparalysed。
　　Idonotknowforhowlongthisendured，butIdoknowhowitended。PresentlyintheintensesilenceIheardBastin’sheavyvoiceandlookinground，sawhisbigheadprojectingintothesepulchre。
　　"Well，Inever！"hesaid，"youseemtohavewokethemupwithavengeance。Ifyoubeginlikethatwiththelady，therewillbecomplicationsbeforeyouhavedone，Arbuthnot。"
　　Talkofbeingbroughtbacktoearthwitharush！IcouldhavekilledBastin，andBickley，turningonhimlikeatiger，toldhimtobeoff，findwoodandlightalargefireinfrontofthestatue。IthinkhewasabouttoarguewhentheAncientgavehimaglanceofhisfierceeyes，whichalarmedhim，andhedeparted，bewildered，toreturnpresentlywiththewood。
　　Butthesoundofhisvoicehadbrokenthespell。TheLadyletherarmsfallwithastart，andshuthereyesagain，seemingtofaint。Bickleysprangforwardwithhissalvolatileandappliedittohernostrils，theAncientnotinterfering，forheseemedtorecognisethathehadtodealwithamanofskillandonewhomeantwellbythem。
　　Intheendwebroughtherroundagainand，toomitdetails，Bickleygaveher，notcoffeeandbrandy，butamixturehecompoundedofhotwater，preservedmilkandmeatessence。Theeffectofitonherwaswonderful，sinceafewminutesafterswallowingitshesatupinthecoffin。Thenweliftedherfromthatnarrowbedinwhichshehadsleptfor——ah！howlong？andperceivedthatbeneathheralsowerecrystalboxesoftheradiant，heat—givingsubstance。Wesatheronthefloorofthesepulchre，wrappingheralsoinablanket。
　　NowitwasthatTommy，afterfriskingroundherasthoughinwelcomeofanoldfriend，calmlyestablishedhimselfbesideherandlaidhisblackheaduponherknee。Shenoteditandsmiledforthefirsttime，amarvelouslysweetandgentlesmile。More，sheplacedherslenderhanduponthedogandstrokedhimfeebly。
　　Bickleytriedtomakeherdrinksomemoreofhismixture，butsherefused，motioninghimtogiveittoTommy。This，however，hewouldnotdobecausetherewasbutonecup。Presentlybothofthesleepersbegantoshiver，whichcausedBickleyanxiety。AbusingBastinbeneathhisbreathforbeingsolongwiththefire，hedrewtheblanketscloseraboutthem。
　　Thenanideacametohimandheexaminedtheglowingboxesinthecoffin。Theywereloose，beingmerelysetinpreparedcavitiesinthecrystal。Wrappingourhandkerchiefsabouthishand，hetookthemoutandplacedthemaroundthewakenedpatients，aproceedingofwhichtheAncientnoddedapproval。Justthen，too，Bastinreturnedwithhisfirstloadoffirewood，andsoonwehadamerryblazegoingjustoutsidethesepulchre。Isawthattheyobservedthelightingofthisfirebymeansofamatchwithmuchinterest。
　　Nowtheygrewwarmagain，asindeedwedidalso——toowarm。TheninmyturnIhadanidea。Iknewthatbynowthesunwouldbebeatinghotlyagainsttherockofthemount，andsuggestedtoBickley，that，ifpossible，thebestthingwecoulddowouldbetogetthemintoitslife—givingrays。Heagreed，ifwecouldmakethemunderstandandtheywereabletowalk。SoItried。
　　FirstIdirectedtheAncient’sattentiontothemouthofthecavewhichatthisdistanceshowedasawhitecircleoflight。Helookedatitandthenatmewithgraveinquiry。Imademotionstosuggestthatheshouldproceedthere，repeatingtheword"Sun"intheOrofenantongue。Heunderstoodatonce，thoughwhetherhereadmymindratherthanwhatIsaidIamnotsure。ApparentlytheGlitteringLadyunderstoodalsoandseemedtobemostanxioustogo。Onlyshelookedratherpitifullyatherfeetandshookherhead。Thisdecidedme。
　　IdonotknowifIhavementionedanywherethatIamatallmanandverymuscular。Shewastall，also，butasIjudgednotsoveryheavyafterherlongfast。AtanyrateIfeltquitecertainthatIcouldcarryherforthatdistance。Stoopingdown，Iliftedherup，signingtohertoputherarmsroundmyneck，whichshedid。ThencallingtoBickleyandBastintobringalongtheAncientbetweenthem，withsomedifficultyIstruggledoutofthesepulchre，andstarteddownthecave。ShewasmoreheavythanI
　　thought，andyetIcouldhavewishedthejourneylonger。Tobeginwithsheseemedquitetrustfulandhappyinmyarms，whereshelaywithherheadagainstmyshoulder，smilingalittleasachildmightdo，especiallywhenIhadtostopandthrowherlonghairroundmynecklikeamuffler，topreventitfromtrailinginthedust。
　　Abundleoflavender，oratrussofnew—mownhay，couldnothavebeenmoresweettocarryandtherewassomethingelectricaboutthetouchofher，whichwentthroughandthroughme。Verysoonitwasover，andwewereoutofthecaveintothefullgloryofthetropicalsun。Atfirst，thathereyesmightbecomeaccustomedtoitslightandherawakenedbodytoitsheat，Isetherdownwhereshadowfellfromtheoverhangingrock，inacanvasdeckchairthathadbeenbroughtbyMaramawiththeotherthings，throwingtherugabouthertoprotectherfromsuchwindastherewas。Shenestledgratefullyintothesoftseatandshuthereyes，forthemotionhadtiredher。Inoted，however，thatshedrewinthesweetairwithlongbreaths。
　　ThenIturnedtoobservethearrivaloftheAncient，whowasbeingbornebetweenBickleyandBastininwhatchildrenknowasadandy—chair，whichisformedbytwopeoplecrossingtheirhandsinapeculiarfashion。Itsaysmuchforthetremendousdignityofhispresencethateventhus，withonearmroundtheneckofBickleyandtheotherroundthatofBastin，andhislongwhitebeardfallingalmosttotheground，hestilllookedmostimposing。
　　Unfortunately，however，justastheywereemergingfromthecave，Bastin，alwaysthemostawkwardofcreatures，managedtoleaveholdwithonehand，sothathispassengernearlycametotheground。NevershallIforgetthelookthathegavehim。
　　Indeed，IthinkthatfromthismomenthehatedBastin。Bickleyherespectedasamanofintelligenceandlearning，althoughincomparisonwithhisown，thelatterwasinfantileandcrude；mehetoleratedandevenliked；butBastinhedetested。TheonlyoneofourpartyforwhomhefeltanythingapproachingrealaffectionwasthespanielTommy。
　　Wesethimdown，fortunatelyuninjured，onsomerugs，andalsointheshadow。Then，afteralittlewhile，wemovedbothofthemintothesun。Itwasquitecurioustoseethemexpandthere。AsBickleysaid，whathappenedtothemmightwellbecomparedtothedevelopmentofabutterflywhichhasjustbrokenfromthelivinggraveofitschrysalisandcreptintothefull，hotradianceofthelight。Itscrinkledwingsunfold，theirbrillianttintsdevelop；inanhourortwoitisperfect，glorious，preparedforlifeandflight，anewcreature。
　　Soitwaswiththispair，frommomenttomomenttheygatheredstrengthandvigour。Near—bytothem，asithappened，stoodalargebasketofthelusciousnativefruitsbroughtthatmorningbytheOrofenans，andatthesetheLadylookedwithlonging。WithBickley’spermission，IofferedthemtoherandtotheAncient，firstpeelingthemwithmyfingers。Theyateofthemgreedily，afullmeal，andwouldhavegoneonhadnotthesternBickley，fearinguntowardconsequences，removedthebasket。Againtheresultswerewonderful，forhalfanhourafterwardstheyseemedtobequitestrong。WithmyassistancetheGlitteringLady，asI