were the best preserved of all I saw, I had little interest.  I am no specialist in mineralogy, and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered.  Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history, but everything had long since passed out of recognition.  A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals, desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit, a brown dust of departed plants:  that was all!  I was sorry for that, because I should have been glad to trace the patent readjustments by which the conquest of animated nature had been attained.  Then we came to a gallery of simply colossal proportions, but singularly ill-lit, the floor of it running downward at a slight angle from the end at which I entered.  At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling—­many of them cracked and smashed—­which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit.  Here I was more in my element, for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines, all greatly corroded and many broken down, but some still fairly complete.  You know I have a certain weakness for mechanism, and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles, and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for.  I fancied that if I could solve their puzzles I should find myself in possession of powers that might be of use against the Morlocks.

’Suddenly Weena came very close to my side.  So suddenly that she startled me.  Had it not been for her I do not think I should have noticed that the floor of the gallery sloped at all. [Footnote:  It may be, of course, that the floor did not slope, but that the museum was built into the side of a hill.—­ED.] The end I had come in at was quite above ground, and was lit by rare slit-like windows.  As you went down the length, the ground came up against these windows, until at last there was a pit like the “area” of a London house before each, and only a narrow line of daylight at the top.  I went slowly along, puzzling about the machines, and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light, until Weena’s increasing apprehensions drew my attention.  Then I saw that the gallery ran down at last into a thick darkness.  I hesitated, and then, as I looked round me, I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even.  Further away towards the dimness, it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints.  My sense of the immediate presence of the Morlocks revived at that.  I felt that I was wasting my time in the academic examination of machinery.  I called to mind that it was already far advanced in the afternoon, and that I had still no weapon, no refuge, and no means of making a fire.  And then down in the remote blackness of the gallery I heard a peculiar pattering, and the same odd noises I had heard down the well.