(It is useless trying to put it into words.

I shall hope to do my best presently by quoting Frank himself.) There was a sense of home-coming; there was a sense of astonishing sanity; there was a sense of an enormous objective peace, meeting and ratifying that interior peace which was beginning to be his.
It appeared to him, somehow, as if for the first time he experienced without him that which up to now he had chiefly found within.

Certainly there had been moments of this before--not merely emotional, you understand--when heart and head lay still from their striving, and the will reposed in Another Will.

But this was the climax: it summed up all that he had learned in the last few months; it soothed the last scars away, it explained and answered--and, above all, correlated--his experiences.

No doubt it was the physical, as well as the spiritual, atmosphere of this place, the quiet corridors, the warmth and the plainness and the solidity, even the august grace of the refectory--all these helped and had part in the sensation.