Then a French seminary went by, conducted by a prelate who named and explained the tombs.

But in all that space these fifty or a hundred people looked merely like a few black ants who had lost themselves and were vainly seeking their way.

And Pierre pictured himself in some gigantic gala hall or tremendous vestibule in an immeasurable palace of reception.

The broad sheets of sunlight streaming through the lofty square windows of plain white glass illumined the church with blending radiance.

There was not a single stool or chair: nothing but the superb, bare pavement, such as you might find in a museum, shining mirror-like under the dancing shower of sunrays.