`Letusgoon，dear，’shewhispered，endeavouringtoshelterhim。
`Wehaven’tanylodgingsyet，remember，andallourthingsareatthestation；
andyouarebynomeanswellyet。Iamafraidthiswetwillhurtyou！’
`Theyarecomingnow。Justamoment，andI’llgo！’saidhe。
Apealofsixbellsstruckout，humanfacesbegantocrowdthewindowsaround，andtheprocessionofheadsofhousesandnewdoctorsemerged，theirredandblackgownedformspassingacrossthefieldofJude’svisionlikeinaccessibleplanetsacrossanobjectglass。