"A very dense atmosphere loaded with clouds.

There's the Sun just rising, so your ladyship's wishes are duly obeyed." "And doesn't it seem nice and homelike to see him rising through an atmosphere above the clouds again?
It doesn't look a bit like the same sort of dear old Sun just blazing like a red-hot Moon among a lot of white-hot stars and planets.

Look, aren't those peaks lovely, and that cloud-sea ?--why, for all the world we might be in a balloon above the Rockies or the Alps.

And see," she continued, pointing to one of the thermometers fixed outside the glass dome which covered the upper deck, "it's only sixty-five even here.

I wonder if we can breathe this air, and--oh--I do wonder what we shall see on the other side of those clouds." "You shall have both questions answered in a few minutes," replied Redgrave, going towards the conning-tower.