He moved on, this great man, with that same large, fatherly air, but as he passed the two guests, he inclined slightly towards them, and Frank, with a glance to warn the Major, understanding that they were to follow, came out of his place and passed down between the lines of the monks, still in silence.
The Abbot went on, turned to the right, and as he moved along the cloister, loud sonorous chanting began behind.

So they went, on and on, up the long lighted corridor, past door after door, as in some church procession.

Yet all was obviously natural and familiar.
They turned in at last beneath an archway to the left, went through a vestibule, past a great stone of a crowned Woman with a Child in her arms, and as they entered the church, the Abbot dipped his finger into a stoop and presented it to Frank.

Frank touched the drop of water, made the sign of the cross, and presented again his damp finger to the Major, who looked at him with a startled eye.
The Abbot indicated the front row of the seats in the nave, and Frank went into it, to watch the procession behind go past, flow up the steps, and disappear into the double rows of great stalls that lined the choir.
There was still silence--and longer silence, till Frank understood....
(IV) His eyes grew accustomed to the gloom little by little, and he began to be able to make out the magnificence of the place he was in.

Behind him stretched the immense nave, its roof and columns lost in darkness, its sides faintly illuminated by the glimmer of single oil-lamps, each in a small screened-off chapel.