Then he handed the bowl, from which once again the blue smoke curled upwards, to Miss Holmes, and gently and gracefully let the antimacassar fall over it and her head, which it draped as a wedding veil might do.

A few seconds later she threw off the antimacassar and cast the bowl, in which the fire was now out, on to the floor.

Then she stood up with wide eyes, looking wondrous lovely and, notwithstanding her lack of height, majestic.
"I have been in another world," she said in a low voice as though she spoke to the air, "I have travelled a great way.

I found myself in a small place made of stone.

It was dark in the place, the fire in that bowl lit it up.