Загублений світ
A Procession! A Procession!
‘Thewindow!Forheaven’ssakeshutthatwindow!’roaredtheProfessorfromtheplatform,dancingandwringinghishandsinanagonyofapprehension.Alas,hiswarningwastoolate!Inamomentthecreature,beatingandbumpingalongthewalllikeahugemothwithinagas-shade,cameupontheopening,squeezeditshideousbulkthroughit,andwasgone.ProfessorChallengerfellbackintohischairwithhisfaceburiedinhishands,whiletheaudiencegaveonelong,deepsighofreliefastheyrealizedthattheincidentwasover.
"Then—oh!howshallonedescribewhattookplacethen—whenthefullexuberanceofthemajorityandthefullreactionoftheminorityunitedtomakeonegreatwaveofenthusiasm,whichrolledfromthebackofthehall,gatheringvolumeasitcame,sweptovertheorchestra,submergedtheplatform,andcarriedthefourheroesawayuponitscrest?"(Goodforyou,Mac!)"Iftheaudiencehaddonelessthanjustice,surelyitmadeampleamends.Everyonewasonhisfeet.Everyonewasmoving,shouting,gesticulating.Adensecrowdofcheeringmenwereroundthefourtravelers.‘Upwiththem!upwiththem!’criedahundredvoices.Inamomentfourfiguresshotupabovethecrowd.Invaintheystrovetobreakloose.Theywereheldintheirloftyplacesofhonor.Itwouldhavebeenhardtoletthemdownifithadbeenwished,sodensewasthecrowdaroundthem.‘RegentStreet!RegentStreet!’soundedthevoices.
