All three disappeared in the night haze.

They were walking towards Newcastle, the white stones of which appeared to them like sepulchers.

After standing for a few seconds under the porch, they penetrated into the interior.
The door had been broken open by hatchets.

A post of four men slept in safety in a corner, so certain were they that the attack would not take place on that side.
"Will not these men be in your way ?" said Monk to Athos.
"On the contrary, monsieur, they will assist in rolling out the barrels, if your honor will permit them." "You are right." The post, though fast asleep, roused up at the first steps of the three visitors amongst the briars and grass that invaded the porch.

Monk gave the password, and penetrated into the interior of the convent, preceded by the light.