"Herbert George Wells. When the Sleeper Wakes" - читать интересную книгу автора

"I can't come," said the thickset man; "I have __him__ to see to. But shout
from the balcony."

There was an inaudible reply.

"Say he is not awake. Anything! I leave it to you."

He came hurrying back to Graham. "You must have clothes at once," he said.
"You cannot stop here-and it will be impossible to-"

He rushed away, Graham shouting unanswered questions after him. In a moment
he was back.

"I can't tell you what is happening. It is too complex to explain. In a
moment you shall have your clothes made. Yes-in a moment. And then I can
take you away from here. You will find out our troubles soon enough."

"But those voices. They were shouting-?"

"Something about the Sleeper-that's you. They have some twisted idea. I
don't know what it is. I know nothing."

A shrill bell jetted acutely across the indistinct mingling of remote
noises, and this brusque person sprang to a little group of appliances in
the corner of the room. He listened for a moment, regarding a ball of
crystal, nodded, and said a few indistinct words; then he walked to the
wall through which the two men had vanished. It rolled up again like a
curtain, and he stood waiting.

Graham lifted his arm and was astonished to find what strength the
restoratives had given him. He thrust one leg over the side of the couch
and then the other. His head no longer swam. He could scarcely credit his
rapid recovery. He sat feeling his limbs.

The man with the flaxen beard re-entered from the archway, and as he did so
the cage of a lift came sliding down in front of the thickset man, and a
lean, grey-bearded man, carrying a roll, and wearing a tightly-fitting
costume of dark green, appeared therein.

"This is the tailor," said the thickset man with an introductory gesture."
It will never do for you to wear that black. I cannot understand how it got
here. But I shall. I shall. You will be as rapid as possible? " he said to
the tailor.

The man in green bowed, and, advancing, seated himself by Graham on the
bed. His manner was calm, but his eyes were full of curiosity. "You will
find the fashions altered, Sire," he said. He glanced from under his brows
at the thickset man. ,