"Get the food, there's a good fellow.

We'll talk afterwards." When we had eaten, somewhat silently, I asked Bickley what he made of the business; also whither he thought the sleepers had gone.
"I think I can answer the last question," interrupted Bastin.

"I expect it is to a place well known to students of the Bible which even Bickley mentions sometimes when he is angry.

At any rate, they seem to be very fond of heat, for they wouldn't part from it even in their coffins, and you will admit that they are not quite natural, although that Glittering Lady is so attractive as regards her exterior." Bickley waved these remarks aside and addressed himself to me.
"I don't know what to think of it," he said; "but as the experience is not natural and everything in the Universe, so far as we know it, has a natural explanation, I am inclined to the belief that we are suffering from hallucinations, which in their way are also quite natural.

It does not seem possible that two people can really have been asleep for an unknown length of time enclosed in vessels of glass or crystal, kept warm by radium or some such substance, and then emerge from them comparatively strong and well.