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Is it likely that anyone could stand seventeen minutes of it, far less hours?""Unless someone saw it coming and made preparation, same as old friend Challenger did.""That, I think, is hardly probable," said Challenger, projecting his beard and sinking his eyelids."The combination of observation, inference, and anticipatory imagination which enabled me to foresee the danger is what one can hardly expect twice in the same generation.""Then your conclusion is that everyone is certainly dead?""There can be little doubt of that.We have to remember, however, that the poison worked from below upwards and would possibly be less virulent in the higher strata of the atmosphere.It is strange, indeed, that it should be so; but it presents one of those features which will afford us in the future a fascinating field for study.One could imagine, therefore, that if one had to search for survivors one would turn one's eyes with best hopes of success to some Tibetan village or some Alpine farm, many thousands of feet above the sea level.""Well, considerin' that there are no railroads and no steamers you might as well talk about survivors in the moon," said Lord John."But what I'm askin' myself is whether it's really over or whether it's only half-time."Summerlee craned his neck to look round the horizon."It seems clear and fine," said he in a very dubious voice; "but so it did yesterday.I am by no means assured that it is all over."Challenger shrugged his shoulders.

"We must come back once more to our fatalism," said he."If the world has undergone this experience before, which is not outside the range of possibility; it was certainly a very long time ago.

Therefore, we may reasonably hope that it will be very long before it occurs again.""That's all very well," said Lord John, "but if you get an earthquake shock you are mighty likely to have a second one right on the top of it.I think we'd be wise to stretch our legs and have a breath of air while we have the chance.Since our oxygen is exhausted we may just as well be caught outside as in."It was strange the absolute lethargy which had come upon us as a reaction after our tremendous emotions of the last twenty-four hours.It was both mental and physical, a deep-lying feeling that nothing mattered and that everything was a weariness and a profitless exertion.Even Challenger had succumbed to it, and sat in his chair, with his great head leaning upon his hands and his thoughts far away, until Lord John and I, catching him by each arm, fairly lifted him on to his feet, receiving only the glare and growl of an angry mastiff for our trouble.However, once we had got out of our narrow haven of refuge into the wider atmosphere of everyday life, our normal energy came gradually back to us once more.

But what were we to begin to do in that graveyard of a world?

Could ever men have been faced with such a question since the dawn of time? It is true that our own physical needs, and even our luxuries, were assured for the future.All the stores of food, all the vintages of wine, all the treasures of art were ours for the taking.But what were we to DO? Some few tasks appealed to us at once, since they lay ready to our hands.We descended into the kitchen and laid the two domestics upon their respective beds.They seemed to have died without suffering, one in the chair by the fire, the other upon the scullery floor.

Then we carried in poor Austin from the yard.His muscles were set as hard as a board in the most exaggerated rigor mortis, while the contraction of the fibres had drawn his mouth into a hard sardonic grin.This symptom was prevalent among all who had died from the poison.Wherever we went we were confronted by those grinning faces, which seemed to mock at our dreadful position, smiling silently and grimly at the ill-fated survivors of their race.

"Look here," said Lord John, who had paced restlessly about the dining-room whilst we partook of some food, "I don't know how you fellows feel about it, but for my part, I simply CAN'T sit here and do nothin'.""Perhaps," Challenger answered, "you would have the kindness to suggest what you think we ought to do.""Get a move on us and see all that has happened.""That is what I should myself propose."

"But not in this little country village.We can see from the window all that this place can teach us.""Where should we go, then?"

"To London!"

"That's all very well," grumbled Summerlee."You may be equal to a forty-mile walk, but I'm not so sure about Challenger, with his stumpy legs, and I am perfectly sure about myself."Challenger was very much annoyed.

"If you could see your way, sir, to confining your remarks to your own physical peculiarities, you would find that you had an ample field for comment," he cried.

"I had no intention to offend you, my dear Challenger," cried our tactless friend, "You can't be held responsible for your own physique.If nature has given you a short, heavy body you cannot possibly help having stumpy legs."Challenger was too furious to answer.He could only growl and blink and bristle.Lord John hastened to intervene before the dispute became more violent.

"You talk of walking.Why should we walk?" said he.

"Do you suggest taking a train?" asked Challenger, still simmering.

"What's the matter with the motor-car? Why should we not go in that?""I am not an expert," said Challenger, pulling at his beard reflectively."At the same time, you are right in supposing that the human intellect in its higher manifestations should be sufficiently flexible to turn itself to anything.Your idea is an excellent one, Lord John.I myself will drive you all to London.""You will do nothing of the kind," said Summerlee with decision.

"No, indeed, George!" cried his wife."You only tried once, and you remember how you crashed through the gate of the garage.""It was a momentary want of concentration," said Challenger complacently."You can consider the matter settled.I will certainly drive you all to London."The situation was relieved by Lord John.