And they stood together, the grim tower and the grey church, for a symbol of immemorial things--a stronghold and a refuge.
The wedding party walked into the churchyard on tiptoe as if they were trespassers.

Then, unable to find the door in the dark, they walked softly round the building, trying to see what was going on inside through the stained-glass windows.

Their suspicious movements attracted the attention of the verger, and he followed them with stealthy movements, convinced that they meditated a burglary.

When he learned their errand, he took charge of the party.

They entered the church like foreigners in a remote land.