Her dark eyes, full of wonder and curiosity, were fixed on him, her lips trembled apart.
A partially opened door gave a glimpse of the crowded hall, and admitted a vast uneven tumult, a hammering, clapping and shouting that died away and began again, and rose to a thunderous pitch, and so continued intermittently all the time that Graham remained in the little room.

He watched the lips of the man in black and gathered that he was making some explanation.
He stared stupidly for some moments at these things and then stood up abruptly; he grasped the arm of this shouting person.
"Tell me!" he cried.

"Who am I?
Who am I ?" The others came nearer to hear his words.

"Who am I ?" His eyes searched their faces.
"They have told him nothing!" cried the girl.
"Tell me, tell me!" cried Graham.
"You are the Master of the Earth.

You are owner of the world." He did not believe he heard aright.