By the rustle of the tall grass, Sir John and Roland divined that the lizards, those crawling offsprings of solitude, had established their domicile there, from which they fled in amazement at this disturbance.
Roland led his friend straight to the door between the orchard and the cloister, but before entering he glanced at the clock.

That clock, which went at night, was stopped in the day time.

From the cloister he passed into the refectory.

There the daylight showed under their true aspect the various objects which the darkness had clothed with such fantastic forms the night before.

Roland showed Sir John the overturned stools, the table marked by the blow of the pistol, the door by which the phantom had entered.