On a banister post stood a tallow candle which guttered in the draft.

On the landing below, Philip, the footman, stood looking scared and holding another candle.

Still lower, beyond the turn of the staircase, one could hear the footstep of someone in thick felt boots, and a voice that seemed familiar to Princess Mary was saying something.

"Thank God!" said the voice.

" And Father?" "Gone to bed," replied the voice of Demyan the house steward, who was downstairs.