This was perfectly horrible.  Josiah felt as if it was a hideous nightmare, and he had a dim hope that presently he would wake up.  But there was the burly form of the captain before him, with his third cigar sticking in the side of his mouth, and a pleased smile upon his face in anticipation of this new adventure.

Those who have learned something of the character of Josiah by reading earlier chapters of his history, will not need to be told how this ended.  If he had been in company of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, when they started on their progress through the fiery furnace, and if they had insisted upon his accompanying them, he would have smiled feebly, and gone—­that is, if he could not by some means or other slink away out of sight.  Now, if he could have gone out of the door on some pretence and run off, down King Street, he would have borne the subsequent shame and humiliation.  But he knew that the captain would have been up with him in five strides.  So he determined to make the best of it, drank another tumbler of claret, and became almost hysterically eager for the morning.

“I’ll see you don’t oversleep yourself,” were the last words of the captain as he went off.  “I’ll look you up and take you down to Victoria in my hansom.  You needn’t bring any luggage, you know.  A clean shirt and a tooth-brush will see you through.”

Thus faded Josiah’s last and secret hope, one he had cherished even whilst he drank his claret and talked boldly of aerial navigation.  He might, he had thought, peradventure oversleep himself and miss the train, and all would be well.  But the captain would call for him, and there was plainly no escape.  However, he had made his will, and “Underground England” was in such an advanced stage that it might be published as “a fragment,” and would be sufficient to carry his name down to remotest posterity.  Whether it were sweeter thus to vex public desire, to give so much and no more, or to satiate the public with the full accomplishment, was a nice question.  Josiah was inclined to think that, other things being equal, he would just as soon live to finish his work.  But he had no choice, and after all, the voyage might end happily.  Captain Mulberry was an experienced aeronaut.  He had never failed, and why should failure be probable now?

Josiah made up his mind upon this point, that if they got safely across in the balloon he would come back by the ordinary boat express.  Having once shown his possession of a daring spirit, he would be at liberty to declare his preference for a more prosaic mode of locomotion.

How he got down to Dover he did not know.  It all seemed a dream.  He had a dim recollection of the captain thundering at his door at six o’clock in the morning.  He remembered lighting his Etna, making his cup of coffee, and thinking as he drank it it might be his last.  Then they must have caught the train.  In fact, he remembered the sound of the rushing carriage, the darkness of the tunnel, the glories of the dawning day, and felt around him the bright fresh sunlit air that made all nature glad.