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Mrs
.
Challenger
is
still
in
the
dressing
room
.
Challenger
has
fallen
asleep
in
his
chair
.
What
a
picture
!
His
enormous
frame
leans
back
,
his
huge
,
hairy
hands
are
clasped
across
his
waistcoat
,
and
his
head
is
so
tilted
that
I
can
see
nothing
above
his
collar
save
a
tangled
bristle
of
luxuriant
beard
.
He
shakes
with
the
vibration
of
his
own
snoring
.
Summerlee
adds
his
occasional
high
tenor
to
Challenger
’
s
sonorous
bass
.
Lord
John
is
sleeping
also
,
his
long
body
doubled
up
sideways
in
a
basket
-
chair
.
The
first
cold
light
of
dawn
is
just
stealing
into
the
room
,
and
everything
is
grey
and
mournful
.
I
look
out
at
the
sunrise
—
that
fateful
sunrise
which
will
shine
upon
an
unpeopled
world
.
The
human
race
is
gone
,
extinguished
in
a
day
,
but
the
planets
swing
round
and
the
tides
rise
or
fall
,
and
the
wind
whispers
,
and
all
nature
goes
her
way
,
down
,
as
it
would
seem
,
to
the
very
amoeba
,
with
never
a
sign
that
he
who
styled
himself
the
lord
of
creation
had
ever
blessed
or
cursed
the
universe
with
his
presence
.
Down
in
the
yard
lies
Austin
with
sprawling
limbs
,
his
face
glimmering
white
in
the
dawn
,
and
the
hose
nozzle
still
projecting
from
his
dead
hand
.
The
whole
of
human
kind
is
typified
in
that
one
half
-
ludicrous
and
half
-
pathetic
figure
,
lying
so
helpless
beside
the
machine
which
it
used
to
control
.
Here
end
the
notes
which
I
made
at
the
time
.
Henceforward
events
were
too
swift
and
too
poignant
to
allow
me
to
write
,
but
they
are
too
clearly
outlined
in
my
memory
that
any
detail
could
escape
me
.
Some
chokiness
in
my
throat
made
me
look
at
the
oxygen
cylinders
,
and
I
was
startled
at
what
I
saw
.
The
sands
of
our
lives
were
running
very
low
.
At
some
period
in
the
night
Challenger
had
switched
the
tube
from
the
third
to
the
fourth
cylinder
.
Now
it
was
clear
that
this
also
was
nearly
exhausted
.
That
horrible
feeling
of
constriction
was
closing
in
upon
me
.
I
ran
across
and
,
unscrewing
the
nozzle
,
I
changed
it
to
our
last
supply
.
Even
as
I
did
so
my
conscience
pricked
me
,
for
I
felt
that
perhaps
if
I
had
held
my
hand
all
of
them
might
have
passed
in
their
sleep
.
The
thought
was
banished
,
however
,
by
the
voice
of
the
lady
from
the
inner
room
crying
:
—
"
George
,
George
,
I
am
stifling
!
"
"
It
is
all
right
,
Mrs
.
Challenger
,
"
I
answered
as
the
others
started
to
their
feet
.
"
I
have
just
turned
on
a
fresh
supply
.
"
Even
at
such
a
moment
I
could
not
help
smiling
at
Challenger
,
who
with
a
great
hairy
fist
in
each
eye
was
like
a
huge
,
bearded
baby
,
new
wakened
out
of
sleep
.
Summerlee
was
shivering
like
a
man
with
the
ague
,
human
fears
,
as
he
realized
his
position
,
rising
for
an
instant
above
the
stoicism
of
the
man
of
science
.
Lord
John
,
however
,
was
as
cool
and
alert
as
if
he
had
just
been
roused
on
a
hunting
morning
.
"
Fifthly
and
lastly
,
"
said
he
,
glancing
at
the
tube
.
"
Say
,
young
fellah
,
don
’
t
tell
me
you
’
ve
been
writin
’
up
your
impressions
in
that
paper
on
your
knee
.
"
