I ascended two dark flights of steps, closely encaged, and followed a long elbowed corridor.

Here it is.

I knock and enter.
Complete silence greets me.

There is no one, and acute disappointment runs through me.
I take some hesitant steps in the tiny vestibule, which is lighted by the glass door to the kitchen, wherein I hear the drip of water.

I see a room whose curtains invest it with broidered light.