The refectory was empty.
Again, as in the funereal passageway, Roland called three times.

The wondering echo, which seemed to have forgotten the tones of the human voice, answered stammering.

It was improbable that Sir John had come this way; it was necessary to go back.

Roland retraced his steps, and found himself in the choir again.

That was where Sir John had intended to spend the night, and there some trace of him must be found.
Roland advanced only a short distance, and then a cry escaped him.