The passage ended in a flight of steps.

Robert went up them.
Suddenly he staggered heavily back on to the following feet of Jane, and everybody screamed, 'Oh! what is it ?' 'I've only bashed my head in,' said Robert, when he had groaned for some time; 'that's all.

Don't mention it; I like it.

The stairs just go right slap into the ceiling, and it's a stone ceiling.

You can't do good and kind actions underneath a paving-stone.' 'Stairs aren't made to lead just to paving-stones as a general rule,' said the Phoenix.