The next he was lifted to his feet.

All that had gone before was as nothing to this volume of praise that shook, it seemed to him, the very carven roof above and swept the ancient walls in waves of sound.
_Adoremus in aeternum Sanctissimum Sacramentum_, cried men on earth, and, as it seemed to him, the very angels of God.
But outside he collected his thoughts.

"Well," he said.

"I'm glad I've been, but I shan't go again." "Why not ?" demanded Louise.

"It was most beautiful.