I will save thee.

Rise and dress." Zee pointed to a table by the couch on which I saw the clothes I had worn on quitting the upper world, and which I had exchanged subsequently for the more picturesque garments of the Vril-ya.

The young Gy then moved towards the casement and stepped into the balcony, while hastily and wonderingly I donned my own habiliments.

When I joined her on the balcony, her face was pale and rigid.

Taking me by the hand, she said softly, "See how brightly the art of the Vril-ya has lighted up the world in which they dwell.