The ceiling was arched, and looking up, it seemed so very high, that it gave one more the feeling of being the sky than the roof of a house.

This great hall was perfectly empty, but yet it did not feel chilly, and a faint pleasant perfume stole through it, as if not far off sweet-scented flowers and plants were growing.
Hugh and Jeanne stood hand-in-hand and looked around them.

The door by which they had entered had closed noiselessly, and when they turned to see the way by which they had come in, no sign of a door was there.

In the panels of white wood which formed the walls, it was somehow concealed.
"How shall we ever get out again ?" said Hugh.
But Jeanne only laughed.
"We needn't trouble about that," she said.

"We got back all right the last time.