Steering a calculated course by the stars, we reached the orbit of
Venus, and travelled along it in advance of the planet with a velocity
rather less than her own, so as to allow her to overtake us. Some
notion of the eagerness with which we scanned her approach may be
gathered by imagining the moon to fall towards the earth. Slowly and
steadily the illuminated crescent of the planet grew in bulk and
definition, until we could plainly distinguish all the features of her
disc without the aid of glasses. For the most part she was wrapped in
clouds, of a dazzling lustre at the equator, and duskier towards the
poles. Here and there a gap in the vapour revealed the summit of a
mountain range, or the dark surface of a plain or sea.

I need hardly say that none of us viewed the majestic approach of this
new world, suspended in the ether, and visibly turning round its axis,
without emotion. The boundary of day and night was fairly well marked,
and I pictured to myself the wave of living creatures rising from their
sleep to life and activity on one side, and going to sleep again on the
other, as it crept slowly over the surface. To compare small things with
great, the denizens of a planet reminded me of performers under the
limelight of a darkened theatre:

"All the world's a stage!"

We amused ourselves with conjectures as to our probable fate on Venus,
supposing we should arrive there safe and sound.

"I suppose the authorities will demand our passports," said I. "Perhaps
we shall be tried and condemned to death for invading a friendly
planet."