The English barricaded themselves there; the French made their way in, but could not stand their ground. Beside the chapel, one wing of the château, the only ruin now remaining of the manor of Hougomont, rises in a crumbling state⁠—disembowelled, one might say. The château served for a dungeon, the chapel for a blockhouse. There men exterminated each other. The French, fired on from every point⁠—from behind the walls, from the summits of the garrets, from the depths of the cellars, through all the casements, through all the air-holes, through every crack in the stones⁠—fetched fagots and set fire to walls and men; the reply to the grapeshot was a conflagration.