Now I am going to help you back into your room." "Don't bother," she begged.

"Open the door and I can get there quite easily." He set the door open and, crossing the bare stone landing, opened the door of another room, similar to his.

They were somber apartments at the top of the deserted house, which had once been a nobleman's residence.

The doors were still heavy, though blistered with time and lack of varnish.

There were the remains of paneling upon the wall and frescoes upon the ceiling.
"Come and see me before you go," she pleaded.