And the people believe in it!" Out here it seemed as though the people of England must be shaped in the body like the kings and queens, knights and pawns of the chessboard, so strange were their differences, so marked and so implicitly believed in.
They had to part in order to circumvent a crowd.
"They believe in God," said Rachel as they regained each other.

She meant that the people in the crowd believed in Him; for she remembered the crosses with bleeding plaster figures that stood where foot-paths joined, and the inexplicable mystery of a service in a Roman Catholic church.
"We shall never understand!" she sighed.
They had walked some way and it was now night, but they could see a large iron gate a little way farther down the road on their left.
"Do you mean to go right up to the hotel ?" Helen asked.
Rachel gave the gate a push; it swung open, and, seeing no one about and judging that nothing was private in this country, they walked straight on.

An avenue of trees ran along the road, which was completely straight.

The trees suddenly came to an end; the road turned a corner, and they found themselves confronted by a large square building.

They had come out upon the broad terrace which ran round the hotel and were only a few feet distant from the windows.