Then bring the man down here....

His name ?" "Trustcott," said Frank.
"And when you come back, I shall be waiting for you here." (III) Frank states in his diary that an extraordinary sense of familiarity descended on him as, half an hour later, the door of a cell closed behind Dom Hildebrand Maple, and he found himself in a room with a bright fire burning, a suit of clothes waiting for him, a can of hot water, a sponging tin and a small iron bed.
I think I understand what he means.

Somehow or other a well-ordered monastery represents the Least Common Multiple of nearly all pleasant houses.

It has the largeness and amplitude of a castle, and the plainness of decent poverty.

It has none of that theatricality which it is supposed to have, none of the dreaminess or the sentimentality with which Protestants endow it.