In the vast houses, is accommodation for rich and poor; a cell and clean linen, a bed and a monastic basin.

The monks keep a small store, where candles may be bought and matches, and even soap, which is in small demand.
Evasio Mon arrived at Montserrat in the evening, having driven in open carriage from the small town of Monistrol in the valley below.

It was the hour of the table d'hote, and the still evening air was ambient with culinary odours.

Mon went at once to the office of the monastery, and there received his sheets and pillow-case, his towel, his candle, and the key of his cell in the long corridor of the house of Santa Maria de Jesu.
He knew his way about these holy houses, and exchanged a nod of recognition with the lay brother on duty in the office.
Then this traveler hurried across the courtyard and out of the great gate to join the pilgrims of the richer sort at table in the dining-room of the restaurant.

There were four who looked up from their plates and bowed in the grave Spanish way when he entered the room.