Agile figures ran up from the centre to the swift road nearest to him, were borne rapidly past him, shouting strange, unintelligible things, and ran back obliquely to the central way.

One thing he distinguished: "It is indeed the Sleeper.

It is indeed the Sleeper," they testified.
For a space Graham stood motionless.

Then he became vividly aware that all this concerned him.

He was pleased at his wonderful popularity, he bowed, and, seeking a gesture of longer range, waved his arm.