"My only acquaintance is with the _fiancee_, and I want you to introduce me." However, a considerable effort was needed even to climb the monumental staircase, so great was the crush of arriving guests.

Never, in the old days of wax candles and oil lamps, had this staircase offered such a blaze of light.

Electric lamps, burning in clusters in superb bronze candelabra on the landings, steeped everything in a white radiance.

The cold stucco of the walls was hidden by a series of lofty tapestries depicting the story of Cupid and Psyche, marvels which had remained in the family since the days of the Renascence.

And a thick carpet covered the worn marble steps, whilst clumps of evergreens and tall spreading palms decorated every corner.