At the sight of her father all her old terror of him rushed over her again, and she felt she could not face him.
Up the stairs she hurried as fast as the darkness and her own ignorance of the house would let her, then stopped suddenly.

She did not know how many landings she had passed, or where to go.

She tried to remember, but it was no good.

"I'll go on a little further, though," she thought, "it will be better than going back again," and she groped her way carefully up another little flight of stairs.
Round the bend of them a light gleamed from a partly open door.
She went on further and looked in.

The room was empty and very untidy, but there was a light burning in it.