“You know the red colouring matter of blood; it can be made white⁠—colourless⁠—and remain with all the functions it has now!”

Kemp gave a cry of incredulous amazement.

The invisible man rose and began pacing the little study. “You may well exclaim. I remember that night. It was late at night⁠—in the daytime one was bothered with the gaping, silly students⁠—and I worked then sometimes till dawn. It came suddenly, splendid and complete in my mind. I was alone; the laboratory was still, with the tall lights burning brightly and silently. In all my great moments I have been alone. ‘One could make an animal⁠—a tissue⁠—transparent! One could make it invisible! All except the pigments⁠—I could be invisible!’ I said, suddenly realising what it meant to be an albino with such knowledge. It was overwhelming. I left the filtering I was doing, and went and stared out of the great window at the stars. ‘I could be invisible!’ I repeated.