'Monsieur l'Abbe,' said Paula in French, 'could you indicate to me the stairs of the triforium ?' and she signified her reason for wishing to know by pointing to the glimmering light above.
'Ah, he is a friend of yours, the Englishman ?' pleasantly said the priest, recognizing her nationality; and taking her to a little door he conducted her up a stone staircase, at the top of which he showed her the long blind story over the aisle arches which led round to where the light was.

Cautioning her not to stumble over the uneven floor, he left her and descended.

His words had signified that Somerset was here.
It was a gloomy place enough that she found herself in, but the seven candles below on the opposite altar, and a faint sky light from the clerestory, lent enough rays to guide her.

Paula walked on to the bend of the apse: here were a few chairs, and the origin of the light.
This was a candle stuck at the end of a sharpened stick, the latter entering a joint in the stones.

A young man was sketching by the glimmer.