'If it were only the staircases, they are more than my memory will hold.' Lady Margaret gave a merry little laugh.
'Harry set himself to count them the other day,' she said.

'I do not remember how many he made out altogether, but I know he said there were at least thirty stone ones.' Dorothy's answer was an exclamation.
But she was not in the mood to dwell upon the mere arithmetic of vastness.

Invaded by the vision of the mighty structure, its aspect rendered yet more imposing by the time which now suited with it, she forgot lady Margaret's presence, and stood still to gaze.
The twilight had deepened half-way into night.

There was no moon, and in the dusk the huge masses of building rose full of mystery and awe.

Above the rest, the great towers on all sides seemed by indwelling might to soar into the regions of air.