Stranger things we were presently to see, but that airless, star-dusted sky!  Of all things, I think that will be one of the last I shall forget.

The little window vanished with a click, another beside it snapped open and instantly closed, and then a third, and for a moment I had to close my eyes because of the blinding splendour of the waning moon.

For a space I had to stare at Cavor and the white-lit things about me to season my eyes to light again, before I could turn them towards that pallid glare.

Four windows were open in order that the gravitation of the moon might act upon all the substances in our sphere.  I found I was no longer floating freely in space, but that my feet were resting on the glass in the direction of the moon.  The blankets and cases of provisions were also creeping slowly down the glass, and presently came to rest so as to block out a portion of the view.  It seemed to me, of course, that I looked “down” when I looked at the moon.  On earth “down” means earthward, the way things fall, and “up” the reverse direction.  Now the pull of gravitation was towards the moon, and for all I knew to the contrary our earth was overhead.  And, of course, when all the Cavorite blinds were closed, “down” was towards the centre of our sphere, and “up” towards its outer wall.

It was curiously unlike earthly experience, too, to have the light coming up to one.  On earth light falls from above, or comes slanting down sideways, but here it came from beneath our feet, and to see our shadows we had to look up.

At first it gave me a sort of vertigo to stand only on thick glass and look down upon the moon through hundreds of thousands of miles of vacant space; but this sickness passed very speedily.  And then—­the splendour of the sight!

The reader may imagine it best if he will lie on the ground some warm summer’s night and look between his upraised feet at the moon, but for some reason, probably because the absence of air made it so much more luminous, the moon seemed already considerably larger than it does from earth.  The minutest details of its surface were acutely clear.  And since we did not see it through air, its outline was bright and sharp, there was no glow or halo about it, and the star-dust that covered the sky came right to its very margin, and marked the outline of its unilluminated part.  And as I stood and stared at the moon between my feet, that perception of the impossible that had been with me off and on ever since our start, returned again with tenfold conviction.

“Cavor,” I said, “this takes me queerly.  Those companies we were going to run, and all that about minerals?”

“Well?”

“I don’t see ’em here.”

“No,” said Cavor; “but you’ll get over all that.”

“I suppose I’m made to turn right side up again.  Still, this—­ For a moment I could half believe there never was a world.”