The sunlight here filtered through red curtains drawn before the windows, and thus the chapel glowed like a furnace whilst resounding with the grave music.

But in that huge pile all became so slight, so weak, that at sixty paces neither voice nor organ could be distinguished.
On entering the basilica Pierre had fancied that it was quite empty and lifeless.

There were, however, some people there, but so few and far between that their presence was not noticed.

A few tourists wandered about wearily, guide-book in hand.

In the grand nave a painter with his easel was taking a view, as in a public gallery.