But as they were black they were easy to see.

He had made three arches, one beyond another, of two pairs of silver candlesticks with silver inkstands on the top of them.

The third pair of silver candlesticks had a book on the top of them because there were no more inkstands.

And when he had passed through the three silver arches, he stopped.
Beyond lay a sort of velvety darkness with white gleams in it.

And as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, he saw that he was in a great hall of silver pillars, gigantic silver candlesticks they seemed to be, and they went in long vistas this way and that way and every way, like the hop-poles in a hop-field, so that whichever way you turned, a long pillared corridor lay in front of you.
Philip had no idea which way he ought to go.