From this glittering array one passed, without transition, into the sombre depot of ecclesiastical vestments.

Here all was black.

One saw only piles of cassocks and pyramids of black hats.

Two manikins, one clothed in a cardinal's purple robe, the other in episcopalian violet, threw a little color over the gloomy show.
But the large hall with painted statues amazed Amedee.

They were all there, statues of all the saints in little chapels placed promiscuously upon the shelves in rows.
No more hierarchy.