The mass of cloud which had rested on the heights of Jenne was rising and invading the sky.

A wave of shadow passed over the enormous crag, over the monastery, over the parapet upon which Noemi had rested her elbows, lost in contemplation.
"This is magnificent!" she said.

"Let us stop here a few seconds at least, now that it is shady," But at that moment the little door of the monastery, not two steps from them, opened and a party of visitors, men and women, came out.

The monk who had acted as guide, seeing Noemi and Jeanne, held the door open, expecting them to enter.

Jeanne hastened to do so, and Noemi, much against her will, followed her, "Thirteenth century frescoes," said the Benedictine, in the dark entrance-hall, in an indifferent tone, as he passed on.