Alice waited a minute to see if he would speak again, but as he never opened his eyes or took any further notice of her, she said “Goodbye!” once more, and, getting no answer to this, she quietly walked away: but she couldn’t help saying to herself as she went, “Of all the unsatisfactory⁠—” (she repeated this aloud, as it was a great comfort to have such a long word to say) “of all the unsatisfactory people I ever met⁠—” She never finished the sentence, for at this moment a heavy crash shook the forest from end to end.