As Bryce looked down, he leaned forward more and more, until the greater part of his body was directly over the lighted space.
Looking at him, Clewe was startled, amazed, and horrified to find all that portion of his person which projected itself into the limits of the light had entirely disappeared, and that he was gazing upon a section of a man's trunk, brightly illuminated, and displayed in all its internal colors and outlines.

Such a sight was enough to take away the senses of any man, and he did not wonder that he had fainted.
"Now," said he to himself, "all the time that I was looking into that apparent hole, never thinking that in order to see down into it I was obliged to project a portion of myself into the line of the Artesian ray, that portion of me was transparent, invisible.

If Bryce had come in! and then"-- as the thought came into his mind his heart stopped beating--"if Margaret had been there!" For an hour he sat in his chair, racking his brain.
"She must see the working of the ray," he said.

"I must tell her of my success.

She must see it as soon as possible.