So all the lights were off?
 As Stoutenburg had surmised the porch of the cathedral was lonely and deserted, even the beggars had all gone home for the night. A tiny lamp fixed into the panelling of the wall flickered dimly in the draught. Stoutenburg sat down on the wooden bench--dark and polished with age, which ran alongside one of the walls, and with a brusque and febrile gesture drew his friend down beside him.  