The instant that the unclouded sun-rays struck the glass-roofing of the deck-chamber their two guests, who had been moving about examining everything with a childlike curiosity, closed their eyes and clasped their hands over them, uttering little cries, tuneful and musical, but still with a note of strange discord in them.
"Lenox, we must go down again," exclaimed Zaidie.

"Don't you see they can't stand the light; it hurts them.

Perhaps, poor dears, it's the first time they've ever been hurt in their lives.

I don't believe they have any of our ideas of pain or sorrow or anything of that sort.

Take us back under the clouds--quick, or we may blind them." Before she had ceased speaking, Redgrave had sent a signal down to Murgatroyd, and the _Astronef_ began to drop back again towards the surface of the cloud-sea.