The war of the worlds by h. G. Wells

I went for a walk with my wife. It was starlight and I showed her Mars a bright dot of light in the heavens towards which so many tele scopes were pointed. It was a warm night. There were lights in the upper windows of the houses as the people went to bed. From the railwaystation in the distance came the sound of trains. My wife pointed out to me the brightness of the red green and yellow_signal lights hanging in a framework against the sky. Every thing seemed so safe and quiet.