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Chapter 24

           Everyshadeofopalinecolourfellupontheirswayingfiguresfromsomeinvisibleagencyastheytrippedandwhirled—andeachtimetheywavedtheirwands,ribbonsandflagsoffirewereunrolledandtossedhighinairwheretheygyratedforalongtimelikemovinghieroglyphs.Thescenewasnowsostartling,sofairy-likeandwonderful,thatwewerewell-nighstruckspeechlesswithastonishment—toofascinatedandabsorbedeventoapplaud,wehadnoconceptionhowtimewent,orhowrapidlythenightdescended—tillallatoncewithouttheleastwarning,anappallingcrashofthunderburstimmediatelyaboveourheads,andajaggedforkoflightningtoretheluminousfire-balloontoshreds.Twoorthreewomenbegantoscream—whereuponLucioadvancedfromthethrongofspectatorsandstoodinfullviewofall,holdinguphishand.

           "Stagethunder,Iassureyou!"hesaidplayfully,inaclearsomewhatscornfulvoice—"Itcomesandgoesatmybidding.Quiteapartofthegame,believeme!—thesesortofthingsareonlytoysforchildren.Again—again,yepettyelements!"hecried,laughing,andliftinghishandsomefaceandflashingeyestothedarkheavens—"Roaryourbestandloudest!—roar,Isay!"

           Suchaterrificboomandclatteransweredhimasbaffledalldescription—itwasasifamountainofrockhadfallenintoruins—buthavingbeenassuredthatthedeafeningnoisewas‘stagethunder’merely,thespectatorswerenolongeralarmed,andmanyofthemexpressedtheiropinionthatitwas‘wonderfullywelldone.’

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