"Why, this of itself is worth staying awake ever so many nights to see," he said to himself; "only I do wish Jeanne were with me." Where did the corridor lead to?
He ran on and on for some time without thinking much about this, so interested was he in observing the lamps and the pretty way in which the tints were arranged; but after a while he began to find it a little monotonous, especially when he noticed that at long intervals the colours repeated themselves, the succession of shades beginning again from time to time.
"I shall learn them by heart if I go on here much longer," thought Hugh.
"I think I'll sit down a little to rest.

Not that I feel tired of walking, but I may as well sit down a little." He did so--on the ground, there was nothing else to sit on--and then a very queer thing happened.

The lamps took to moving instead of him, so that when he looked up at them the impression was just the same as when he himself had been running along.

The colours succeeded each other in the same order, and Hugh began to wonder whether his eyes were not deceiving him in some queer way.
"Anyhow, I'll run on a little farther," he said to himself, "and if I don't come to the end of this passage soon, I'll run back again to the other end.

It feels just as if I had got inside a kaleidoscope." He hastened on, and was beginning really to think of turning back again and running the other way, when, all of a sudden--everything in this queer tapestry world he had got into seemed to happen all of a sudden--a little bell was heard to ring, clear and silvery, but not very loud, and in another instant--oh dear!--all the pretty coloured lamps were extinguished, and poor Hugh was left standing all in the dark.