He looked at her lovingly, and gave her his arm to lead her down-stairs.
On this occasion, Minna and I were in front.

We reached the first landing, and waited there.

The widow was wonderfully slow in descending the stairs.

Judging by what we heard, she was absorbed in the old balusters now.

When she at last joined us on the landing, the doors of the rooms on the first floor delayed her again: it was simply impossible, she said, to pass them without notice.