It's a species that still exists, but ought to have been exterminated long ago." With her hand upon Olga's arm, she led her through the Gothic archway to a second smaller hall, and on up a wide oak staircase with a carved balustrade that was lighted half-way up by another great window of monastic design but clear glass.
Olga always liked to pause by this window, for the view from it was magnificent.

Straight out to the open sea it looked, and the width of the outlook was superb.
"Oh, it's better than Redlands," she said.
"I don't think so," returned Violet.

"Redlands is civilized.

This isn't.
Picture to yourself the cruelty of bottling up a herd of monks here in full view of their renounced liberty.

Imagine being condemned to pass this window a dozen times in the day, on the way to that dreary chapel of theirs.