They climbed the broad, turning stairs, crossed another handsome lounge, gilt and ormolu and yellow silk chairs and scattered copies of _The Graphic_ or of _Country Life_, then they disappeared through a doorway into a much narrower flight of stairs.

Man can so rarely keep it up all the way, the grandeur.
Two black and white chamber-maids appeared.

Aaron found himself in a blue silk bedroom, and a footman unstrapping his bag, which he did not want unstrapped.

Next minute he was beckoned and allured by the Italian servants down the corridor, and presented to the handsome, spacious bathroom, which was warm and creamy-coloured and glittering with massive silver and mysterious with up-to-date conveniences.

There he was left to his own devices, and felt like a small boy finding out how it works.