The next morning saw our journey commenced.

Eveena's wardrobe, with my own and my books, portfolios, models, and specimens of Terrestrial art and mechanism, were packed in light metallic cases adapted to the larger form of carriage whereof I have made mention.

I was fortunate in escaping the actual parting scene between Eveena and her family, and my own leave-taking was hurried.

Esmo and his son accompanied us, leading the way in one carriage, while Eveena and myself occupied that which we had used on our memorable trip to the Astronaut.

Half an hour brought us to the road beside the river, and a few minutes more to the point at which a boat awaited us.