1 He put down his glass, and walked towards the staircase door.
2 The Editor filled a glass of champagne, and pushed it towards him.
3 He stopped, held out his glass for more, and took it off at a draught.
4 I fancied at first that it was paraffin wax, and smashed the glass accordingly.
5 A gust of air whirled round me as I opened the door, and from within came the sound of broken glass falling on the floor.
6 The roof was in shadow, and the windows, partially glazed with coloured glass and partially unglazed, admitted a tempered light.
7 Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows, and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework.
8 Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves, and clearing away the thick dust, I found the old familiar glass cases of our own time.
9 The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses.
10 Weena, who had been rolling a sea urchin down the sloping glass of a case, presently came, as I stared about me, and very quietly took my hand and stood beside me.
11 The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man, who had been staring at his face, started convulsively, and poured him wine.