When his mind was clear again he was on his feet; eager hands were assisting him to stand.

He was in a big alcove, occupying the position that in his previous experience had been devoted to the lower boxes.

If this was indeed a theatre.
A mighty tumult was in his ears, a thunderous roar, the shouting of a countless multitude.

"It is the Sleeper! The Sleeper is with us!" "The Sleeper is with us! The Master--the Owner! The Master is with us.
He is safe." Graham had a surging vision of a great hall crowded with people.

He saw no individuals, he was conscious of a froth of pink faces, of waving arms and garments, he felt the occult influence of a vast crowd pouring over him, buoying him up.