They walked the whole length of the dark chapels, which were buried almost as if they were crypts.

Then, when they crossed over, before the great entrance portal, under the triforium of the organ, they had a feeling of deliverance as they raised their eyes towards the high, Gothic windows of the nave, which shot up so gracefully above the heavy Romanesque coursed work.

But they continued by the southern side-aisle, and the feeling of suffocation returned again.

At the cross of the transept four enormous pillars made the four corners, and rose to a great height, then struck off to support the roof.

There was still to be found a delicate purple-tinted light, the farewell of the day, through the rose windows of the side fronts.