You perceived that Mr.Oxford's club was a monument, a relic of the days when there were giants on earth, that it had come down unimpaired to a race of pigmies, who were making the best of it.

The sole descendant of the giants was the scout behind the door.

As Mr.Oxford and Priam climbed towards it, this unique giant, with a giant's force, pulled open the gigantic door, and Mr.Oxford and Priam walked imperceptibly in, and the door swung to with a large displacement of air.

Priam found himself in an immense interior, under a distant carved ceiling, far, far upwards, like heaven.

He watched Mr.
Oxford write his name in a gigantic folio, under a gigantic clock.