And he had to hasten his steps, crossing the lawns at a run.

"Don't move," he called; "wait for me under the trees.

I will tell you of all that I may see up there." Then Pierre and Marie remained alone in that dim, solitary nook, whence came such a perfume of roses, albeit no roses could be found.

And they did not speak, but in silence watched the procession, which was now coming down from the hill with a gentle, continuous, gliding motion.
A double file of quivering stars leapt into view on the left-hand side of the Basilica, and then followed the monumental, gradient way, whose curve is gradually described.

At that distance you were still unable to see the pilgrims themselves, and you beheld simply those well-disciplined travelling lights tracing geometrical lines amidst the darkness.