Instead of the bare wall which they expected to see, or to feel rather, behind the tapestry, a flight of steps met their view--a rather narrow flight of steps running straight upwards, without twisting or turning, and lighted from above by a curious hanging lamp, hanging by long chains from a roof high up, which they could not see.
"Why, is this a new part of the house ?" cried Hugh.

"Jeanne, did you know there were stairs behind the tapestry ?" "No, of course not," said Jeanne.

"It must be a part of our house, I suppose, but I never saw it before.

Shall we go up, Cheri, and see where it takes us to?
Perhaps it's another way to the white lady's turret, and she'll tell us another story." "No," said Hugh, "I don't believe it leads to her turret, and I don't think we could find our way there again.

She seemed to mean we could never go again, I think.