And this failure to discover the tomb intensified the calm, amiable sadness which distinguished him.
Alice, gazing around, chiefly with her mouth, inquired suddenly-- "What's that printing there ?" She had detected a legend incised on one of the small stone flags which form the vast floor of the nave.

They stooped over it.

"PRIAM FARLL," it said simply, in fine Roman letters and then his dates.

That was all.
Near by, on other flags, they deciphered other names of honour.

This austere method of marking the repose of the dead commended itself to him, caused him to feel proud of himself and of the ridiculous England that somehow keeps our great love.