me.  If each generation die and leave ghosts, he argued, the world at last will get overcrowded with them.  On that theory they would have grown innumerable some Eight Hundred Thousand Years hence, and it was no great wonder to see four at once.  But the jest was unsatisfying, and I was thinking of these figures all the morning, until Weena’s rescue drove them out of my head.  I associated them in some indefinite way with the white animal I had startled in my first passionate search for the Time Machine.  But Weena was a pleasant substitute.  Yet all the same, they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind.

’I think I have said how much hotter than our own was the weather of this Golden Age.  I cannot account for it.  It may be that the sun was hotter, or the earth nearer the sun.  It is usual to assume that the sun will go on cooling steadily in the future.  But people, unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin, forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body.  As these catastrophes occur, the sun will blaze with renewed energy; and it may be that some inner planet had suffered this fate.  Whatever the reason, the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it.

’Well, one very hot morning—­my fourth, I think—­as I was seeking shelter from the heat and glare in a colossal ruin near the great house where I slept and fed, there happened this strange thing:  Clambering among these heaps of masonry, I found a narrow gallery, whose end and side windows were blocked by fallen masses of stone.  By contrast with the brilliancy outside, it seemed at first impenetrably dark to me.  I entered it groping, for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me.  Suddenly I halted spellbound.  A pair of eyes, luminous by reflection against the daylight without, was watching me out of the darkness.

’The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me.  I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs.  I was afraid to turn.  Then the thought of the absolute security in which humanity appeared to be living came to my mind.  And then I remembered that strange terror of the dark.  Overcoming my fear to some extent, I advanced a step and spoke.  I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled.  I put out my hand and touched something soft.  At once the eyes darted sideways, and something white ran past me.  I turned with my heart in my mouth, and saw a queer little ape-like figure, its head held down in a peculiar manner, running across the sunlit space behind me.  It blundered against a block of granite, staggered aside, and in a moment was hidden in a black shadow beneath another pile of ruined masonry.