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glimpse of some still larger hall beyond. He perceived

white men in red and other negroes in black and yellow
standingstiffly about those portals.

As they crossed the gallery he heard a whisper from
below, "The Sleeper," and was aware of a turning of

heads, a hum of observation. They entered another
little passage in the wall of this ante-chamber, and

then he found himself on an iron-railed gallery of
metal that passed round the side of the great hall he

had already seen through the curtains. He entered
the place at the corner, so that he received the fullest

impression of its huge proportions. The black in the
wasp uniform stood aside like a well-trained servant,

and closed the valve behind him.
Compared with any of the places Graham had see

thus far, this second hall appeared to be decorate
with extremerichness. On a pedestal at the remote

end, and more brilliantly lit than any other object, was
a gigantic white figure of Atlas, strong and strenuous,

the globe upon his bowed shoulders. It was the first
thing to strike his attention, it was so vast, so patiently

and painfully real, so white and simple. Save for this
figure and for a dais in the centre, the wide floor of the

place was a shining vacancy. The dais was remote
in the greatness of the area; it would have looked a

mere slab of metal had it not been for the group of
seven men who stood about a table on it, and gave an

inkling of its proportions. They were all dressed in
white robes, they seemed to have arisen that moment

from their seats, and they were regarding Graham
steadfastly. At the end of the table he perceived the

glitter of some mechanical appliances.
Howard led him along the end gallery until they

were opposite this mighty labouring figure. Then he
stopped. The two men in red who had followed them

into the gallery came and stood on either hand of
Graham.

"You must remain here," murmured Howard, "for
a few moments," and, without waiting for a reply,

hurried away along the gallery.
"But, __why?"__ began Graham.

He moved as if to follow Howard, and found his
path obstructed by one of the men in red. "You have

to wait here, Sire," said the man in red.
__"Why?"__

"Orders, Sire."
"Whose orders? "

"Our orders, Sire."
Graham looked his exasperation.

"What place is this?" he said presently. "Who
are those men? "

"They are the lords of the Council, Sire."
"What Council? "

"__The__ Council."
"Oh!" said Graham, and after an equally ineffectual

attempt at the other man, went to the railing and
stared at the distant men in white, who stood watching

him and whispering together.
The Council? He perceived there were now eight,

though how the newcomer had arrived he had not
observed. They made no gestures of greeting; they

stood regarding him as in the nineteenth century a
group of men might have stood in the street regarding

a distant balloon that had suddenly floated into view.
What council could it be that gathered there, that little

body of men beneath the significant white Atlas,
secluded from every eavesdropper in this impressive

spaciousness? And why should he be brought to
them, and be looked at strangely and spoken of

inaudibly? Howard appeared beneath, walking
quickly across the polished floor towards them. As he

drew near he bowed and performed certain peculiar
movements, apparently of a ceremonious nature.

Then he ascended the steps of the dais, and stood by
the apparatus at the end of the table.

Graham watched that visible inaudible conversation.
Occasionally, one of the white-robed men would

glance towards him. He strained his ears in vain.
The gesticulation of two of the speakers became

animated. He glanced from them to the passive faces of
his attendants. . . . When he looked again Howard

was extending his hands and moving his head like a
man who protests. He was interrupted, it seemed, by

one of the white-robed men rapping the table.
The conversation lasted an interminable time to

Graham's sense. His eyes rose to the still giant at
whose feet the Council sat. Thence they wandered

at last to the walls of the hall. It was decorated in
long painted panels of a quasi-Japanese type, many

of them very beautiful. These panels were grouped
in a great and elaborate framing of dark metal, which

passed into the metallic caryatidae of the galleries, and
the great structural lines of the interior. The facile

grace of these panels enhanced the mighty white effort
that laboured in the centre of the scheme. Graham's

eyes came back to the Council, and Howard was
descending the steps. As he drew nearer his features

could be distinguished, and Graham saw that he was
flushed and blowing out his cheeks. His countenance

was still disturbed when presently he reappeared along
the gallery.

"This way," he said concisely, and they went on in
silence to a little door that opened at their approach.

The two men in red stopped on either side of this door.
Howard and Graham passed in, and Graham, glancing

back, saw the white-robed Council still standing in a
close group and looking at him. Then the door closed

behind him with a heavy thud, and for the first time
since his awakening he was in silence. The floor, even,

was noiseless to his feet.
Howard opened another door, and they were in the

first of two contiguous chambers furnished in white
and green. "What Council was that? " began Graham.

"What were they discussing? What have
they to do with me?" Howard closed the door carefully,

heaved a huge sigh, and said something in an
undertone. He walked slanting ways across the room

and turned, blowing out his cheeks again. "Ugh!"
he grunted, a man relieved.

Graham stood regarding him.
"You must understand," began Howard abruptly,

avoiding Graham's eyes, "that our social order is
very complex. A half explanation, a bare unqualified

statement would give you false impressions. As a
matter of fact--it is a case of compound interest

partly--your small fortune, and the fortune of your
cousin Warming which was left to you--and certain

other beginnings--have become very considerable.
And in other ways that will be hard for you to understand,

you have become a person of significance--of
very considerable significance--involved in the

world's affairs."
He stopped.

"Yes?" said Graham.
"We have grave social troubles."

"Yes? "
"Things have come to such a pass that, in fact,

is advisable to seclude you here."
"Keep me prisoner! " exclaimed Graham.

"Well--to ask you to keep in seclusion."
Graham turned on him. "This is strange!" he

said.
"No harm will be done you."

"No harm ! "
"But you must be kept here--"

"While I learn my position, I presume."
"Precisely."

"Very well then. Begin. Why __harm?__"
" Not now."

"Why not? "
"It is too long a story, Sire."

"All the more reason I should begin at once. You
say I am a person of importance. What was that

shouting I heard? Why is a great multitude shouting
and excited because my trance is over, and who are

the men in white in that huge council chamber? "
"All in good time, Sire," said Howard. "But not

crudely, not crudely. This is one of those flimsy times
when no man has a settled mind. Your awakening.

No one expected your awakening. The Council is
consulting."

"What council? "
"The Council you saw."

Graham made a petulant movement. " This is not
right," he said. " I should be told what is happening.

"You must wait. Really you must wait."
Graham sat down abruptly. "I suppose since I

have waited so long to resume life," he said, "that I
must wait a little longer."

"That is better," said Howard. "Yes, that is much
better. And I must leave you alone. For a space.

While I attend the discussion in the Council.
I am sorry."

He went towards the noiseless door, hesitated and
vanished.

Graham walked to the door, tried it, found it securely
fastened in some way he never came to understand,

turned about, paced the room restlessly, made
the circuit of the room, and sat down. He remained

sitting for some time with folded arms and knitted
brow, biting his finger nails and trying to piece

together the kaleidoscopic impressions of this first
hour of awakened life; the vast mechanical spaces, the

endless series of chambers and passages, the great
struggle that roared and splashed through these

strange ways, the little group of remote unsympathetic
men beneath the colossal Atlas, Howard's mysterious

behaviour. There was an inkling of some vast inheritance
already in his mind--a vast inheritance perhaps

misapplied--of some unprecedented importance
and opportunity. What had he to do? And this

room's secluded silence was eloquent of imprisonment!
It came into Graham's mind with irresistible conviction

that this series of magnificent impressions was
a dream. He tried to shut his eyes and succeeded,

but that time-honoured device led to no awakening.
Presently he began to touch and examine all the

unfamiliar appointments of the two small rooms in
which he found himself.

In a long oval panel of mirror he saw himself and
stopped astonished. He was clad in a gracefulcostume



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