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He led them in, past the ground-floor rooms and up a flight of stairs. After pausing on the landing and waiting a long time for Eve to take breath, he began to ascend another flight.

“Are we going to have supper on the leads?” Adam wondered.

They followed the old gentleman up to the attics and into a kind of tower, where was a small room with two tables spread, the one with a supper, the other with papers, charts, and mathematical instruments.

“Here,” said their guide, “is bread, a cold chicken, and a bottle of whisky. I beg you to excuse me while you eat. The fact is, I dabble in astronomy. My telescope is on the roof above, and to-night every moment is precious.”

There was a ladder fixed in the room, leading to a trap-door in the ceiling. Up this ladder the old gentleman trotted, and in half a minute had disappeared, shutting the trap behind him.

It was half an hour or more before Adam climbed after him, with Eve, as usual, at his heels.

“My dear madam!” cried the astronomer, “and in your state!”

“I told you a lie,” Adam said. “I’ve come to beg your pardon. May we look at the stars before we go?”

In two minutes the old gentleman was pointing out the constellations–the Great Bear hanging low in the north-east, pointing to the Pole star, and across it to Cassiopeia’s bright zigzag high in the heavens; the barren square of Pegasus, with its long tail stretching to the Milky Way, and the points that cluster round Perseus; Arcturus, white Vega and yellow Capella; the Twins, and beyond them the Little Dog twinkling through a coppice of naked trees to eastward; yet further round the Pleiads climbing, with red Aldebaran after them; below them Orion’s belt, and last of all, Sirius flashing like a diamond, white and red, and resting on the horizon where the dark pasture lands met the sky.

Then, growing flushed with his subject, he began to descant on these stars, their distances and velocities; how that each was a sun, careering in measureless space, each trailing a company of worlds that spun and hurtled round it; that the Dog-star’s light shone into their eyes across a hundred trillion miles; that the star itself swept along a thousand miles in a minute. He hurled figures at them, heaping millions on millions. “See here”–and, turning the telescope on its pivot, he sighted it carefully. “Look at that small star in the Great Bear: that’s Groombridge Eighteen-thirty. He’s two hundred billions of miles away. He travels two hundred miles a second, does Groombridge Eighteen-thirty. In one minute Groombridge Eighteen-thirty could go from here to Hong-Kong.”

“Then damn Groombridge Eighteen-thirty!”

It was uttered in the bated tone that night enforces: but it came with a groan. The old gentleman faced round in amazement.

“He means, sir,” explained the woman, who had grown to understand Adam passing well, “my man means that it’s all too big for us. We’ve strayed out of prison, sir, and shall feel safer back again, looking at all this behind bars.”

She reached out a hand to Adam: and this time it was he that followed, as one blinded and afraid. In three months they were back again at the gates of the paradise they had wandered from. There stood a warder before it, clad in blue: but he carried no flaming sword, and the door opened and let them in.