Rickards and I, in the evening, went over the vast, unfinished Roman Catholic Cathedral in Victoria Street, and found it distinguished, impressive, a work of great and monumental art.
See also, 'Eating companions' - December 23rd. <http://earnoldbennett.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/eating-companions.html>
and, 'An architectural experience' - December 28th. <http://earnoldbennett.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/an-architectural-experience.html>
Bentley, the architect, was wandering under the dome, examining and enjoying his mighty production, the realization of a conception which must live for many centuries. It was an impressive sight to see him, an impressive thought to think that one has seen him so, this magnificent artist, who started his life as a stonemason, and is now slowly dying of cancer on the tongue. He wore a frock coat and a silk hat, but a necktie of black silk tied in a loose bow.