A beautiful crucifix in ivory was the only object of value in all the room.
Arthur and Anthony both knew the place well, but neither entered it without a renewed sensation impossible to define.
"It is the abode of peace and of prayer," Dalaber had once said to Freda, describing the lodging to her.

"You seem to feel it and to breathe it in the very air.

However worn and anxious, fretful or irate, you are when you enter, a hush of peace descends upon your spirit, like the soft fluttering of the wings of a dove.

Your burden falls away; you know not how.

You go forth refreshed and strengthened in the inner man.