I will wait for you inside, and we can walk here in a few minutes--and come up these balcony steps--and the chapel is down that passage--through this door.

See." He went and opened the door, and she followed him--talking as she walked.
"Nine! Oh! that is late--I have never been out so late before--but it can't matter--just this once--can it?
And here in the north it is so funny; it is light at nine, too! Perhaps it would be safest." Then, peering down the vaulted passage and drawing back, "It is a gloomy hole to get married in!" "You won't say so when you see the chapel itself," he reassured her.

"It is rather a beautiful place.

Whenever any of my ancestors committed a particularly atrocious raid, and wanted to be absolved for their sins, they put in a window or a painting or carving.

The family was Catholic until my grandfather's time, and then High Church, so the glories have remained untouched." Sabine kept close to him as they walked, as a child afraid of the dark would have done.