CHAPTER VI 

THE HALL OF THE ATLAS 

From the moment when the tailor had bowed his farewell to the moment when Graham found himself in the lift, was altogether barely five minutes. As yet the haze of his vast interval of sleep hung about him, as yet the initial strangeness of his being alive at all in this remote age touched everything with wonder, with a sense of the irrational, with something of the quality of a realistic dream. He was still detached, an astonished spectator, still but half involved in life. What he had seen, and especially the last crowded tumult, framed in the setting of the balcony, had a spectacular turn, like a thing witnessed from the box of a theatre. "I don't understand," he said. "What was the trouble? My mind is in a whirl. Why were they shouting? What is the danger?" 

"We have our troubles," said Howard. His eyes avoided Graham's enquiry. "This is a time of unrest. And, in fact, your appearance, your waking just now, has a sort of connexion--" 

He spoke jerkily, like a man not quite sure of his breathing. He stopped abruptly. 

"I don't understand," said Graham. 

"It will be clearer later," said Howard. 

He glanced uneasily upward, as though he found the progress of the lift slow. 

"I shall understand better, no doubt, when I have seen my way about a little," said Graham puzzled. "It will be--it is bound to be perplexing. At present it is all so strange. Anything seems possible. Anything. In the details even. Your counting, I understand, is different." 
was the lift fast?
who was in the lift?
Who bowed?
how long was he in the lift?
who did he avoid looking at?
who has troubles?
was this like a dream?
whose mind was in a whirl?
who caused unrest?
when will it be clearer?
according to who?
was everything impossible?
was his breath slow and calm?
was graham mentally alert?
was he confused?
was his appearance disconcerting?
who left graham?
did sleep alude graham?
dd he believe he was in danger?
who  was shouting?
no
he found the progress of the lift slow
Graham
said Howard. His eyes avoided Graham'
the tailor
when the tailor had bowed his
unknown
unknown
Graham
"We have our troubles," said Howard. His eyes avoided Graham's
Howard and Graham
We have our troubles," said Howard
yes
with something of the quality of a realistic dream.
Graham's
He was still detached, an astonished spectator
Graham
This is a time of unrest. And, in fact, your appearance, your waking just now, has a sort of connexion
later
It will be clearer later
Howard
It will be clearer later," said Howard
no
Anything seems possible
no
like a man not quite sure of his breathing
no
 still but half involved in life
yes
My mind is in a whirl
yes
And, in fact, your appearance, your waking just now, has a sort of connexion-
the tailor
the tailor had bowed his farewell 
it hung about him
As yet the haze of his vast interval of sleep hung about him
yes
What is the danger
'they' were
What was the trouble? My mind is in a whirl. Why were they shouting