nearly eleven o'clock
Since they felt weary and the icy fog pierced them through , they went into a church ; and there , seated most properly in the corner of a chapel , they talked in low voices about the little common-place affairs of their life while they looked at the stained-glass windows . From time to time there fell a silence ; and their souls , delivered from mere words -LRB- it was not the meaning in the words that interested them but their breath of life , like the furtive contacts between quivering antennae -RRB- their souls pursued another dialogue more solemn and profound . The dreams in the colored windows , the shadows cast by the piers , the droning of the hymns mingled with their dream , evoked the sorrowful facts of life which they desired to forget and the consoling homesickness of the infinite . Although it was nearly eleven o'clock , a yellowish twilight brimmed the nave like the oil of a sacred cruet . From on high and from a great distance came strange gleams , the sombre purple of a window , a red pool on violet ones , indistinct figures encircled by their black settings . Against the high wall of night the blood-like gleam of light made a wound ... . Abruptly Luce remarked : `` Shall you have to be _ taken _ ? ''