Presently it seemed to open out as a courtyard might at the end of a passage; yes, to open on to some vast place whereof in that gloom we could not see the roof or the limits.

All we knew was that it must be enormous--the echoes of our voices and footsteps told us as much, for these seemed to come back to us from high, high above and from far, far away.

Bickley and I said nothing; we were too overcome.

But Bastin remarked: "Did you ever go to Olympia?
I did once to see a kind of play where the people said nothing, only ran about dressed up.

They told me it was religious, the sort of thing a clergyman should study.