"The world, what you see of it, seems strange to
you?"

"I suppose I have to live in it, strange as it seems."

"I suppose so, now."

"In the first place, hadn't I better have some
clothes?"

"They --" said the thickset man and stopped, and
the flaxen-bearded man met his eye and went away.
"You will very speedily have clothes," said the thickset
man.

"Is it true indeed, that I have been asleep two
hundred -- ?" asked Graham.

"They have told you that, have they? Two hundred
and three, as a matter of fact."

Graham accepted the indisputable now with raised
eyebrows and depressed mouth. He sat silent for a
moment, and then asked a question, "Is there a mill
or dynamo near here?" He did not wait for an
answer. "Things have changed tremendously, I
suppose?" he said.

"What is that shouting?" he asked abruptly.