It was almost as though they were standing in the very presence of God.
Indeed, were they not witnessing the supreme act of Omnipotence, a new creation?
Their peril, a peril such as had never threatened mortals before, was utterly forgotten.

They had even forgotten each other's presence.

For the time being they existed only to look and to wonder.
They were called at length out of their trance by the matter-of-fact voice of Murgatroyd saying-- "My Lord, she's back to her course.

Will I keep the power on full ?" "Eh! What's that ?" exclaimed Redgrave, as they both turned quickly round.

"Oh, it's you, Murgatroyd.