The immense chamber seemed _full of presences_.

He could see nothing, but he felt them all about him.

The place was thickly populated, but the population was invisible.

Everything looked as empty as it had looked when the door was first thrown open, and yet it was really full of ghostly palpitating life, crowded with the spirits of bygone men and women who had held stately revels there three hundred years before.

He was not frightened, but a sense of awe crept over him, rooting him to the spot and imparting a rapt expression to his face.