“It’s no use.  No one is left,” I cried.

“We can do nothing more,” said Mrs. Challenger.  “For God’s sake, George, let us get back to Rotherfield.  Another hour of this dreadful, silent city would drive me mad.”

We got into the car without another word.  Lord John backed her round and turned her to the south.  To us the chapter seemed closed.  Little did we foresee the strange new chapter which was to open.

Chapter VI

THE GREAT AWAKENING

And now I come to the end of this extraordinary incident, so overshadowing in its importance, not only in our own small, individual lives, but in the general history of the human race.  As I said when I began my narrative, when that history comes to be written, this occurrence will surely stand out among all other events like a mountain towering among its foothills.  Our generation has been reserved for a very special fate since it has been chosen to experience so wonderful a thing.  How long its effect may last—­how long mankind may preserve the humility and reverence which this great shock has taught it—­can only be shown by the future.  I think it is safe to say that things can never be quite the same again.  Never can one realize how powerless and ignorant one is, and how one is upheld by an unseen hand, until for an instant that hand has seemed to close and to crush.  Death has been imminent upon us.  We know that at any moment it may be again.  That grim presence shadows our lives, but who can deny that in that shadow the sense of duty, the feeling of sobriety and responsibility, the appreciation of the gravity and of the objects of life, the earnest desire to develop and improve, have grown and become real with us to a degree that has leavened our whole society from end to end?  It is something beyond sects and beyond dogmas.  It is rather an alteration of perspective, a shifting of our sense of proportion, a vivid realization that we are insignificant and evanescent creatures, existing on sufferance and at the mercy of the first chill wind from the unknown.  But if the world has grown graver with this knowledge it is not, I think, a sadder place in consequence.  Surely we are agreed that the more sober and restrained pleasures of the present are deeper as well as wiser than the noisy, foolish hustle which passed so often for enjoyment in the days of old—­days so recent and yet already so inconceivable.  Those empty lives which were wasted in aimless visiting and being visited, in the worry of great and unnecessary households, in the arranging and eating of elaborate and tedious meals, have now found rest and health in the reading, the music, the gentle family communion which comes from a simpler and saner division of their time.  With greater health and greater pleasure they are richer than before, even after they have paid those increased contributions to the common fund which have so raised the standard of life in these islands.