'But that dream----' He plunged deep in the remembrance of it that was, to him, like swimming in the waters of a fairy lake.
He was hooked out of his lake suddenly by voices.

It was like waking up.
There, away across the green park beyond the sunk fence, were people coming.
'So every one hasn't vanished,' he said, caught up the tray and took it in.

He hid it under the pantry shelf.

He didn't know who the people were who were coming and you can't be too careful.

Then he went out and made himself small in the shadow of a red buttress, heard their voices coming nearer and nearer.