It was difficult to see, for one thing; the light of the lamps that hung on chains from the arches overhead was dimmed by coloured lenses and did little more than beautify the gloom.

But in the dimness in the midst you could see the rock of Abraham, surrounded by a railing to preserve it from profane feet.

Little by little the shadows took shape of men praying, or sleeping, or conversing in low tones.
The place was not crowded.

There were perhaps a hundred men in there, some of whom doubtless intended to spend the night.

All of them, though they gave us a cursory glance, seemed disposed to mind their own business.