She pushed it, and slipped into the immense nave, where the inanimate trees of the columns ascended in darkness.

In the rear, candles were moving in front of spectre-like priests, under the last reverberations of the organs.

She trembled in the silence, and said: "The sadness of churches at night moves me; I feel in them the grandeur of nothingness." He replied: "We must believe in something.

If there were no God, if our souls were not immortal, it would be too sad." She remained for a while immovable under the curtains of shadow hanging from the arches.

Then she said: "My poor friend, we do not know what to do with this life, which is so short, and yet you desire another life which shall never finish." In the carriage that took them back he said gayly that he had passed a fine afternoon.