I ascended it now, in lighter boots than of yore, and tapped in my old way at the door of Miss Havisham’s room.
When I first went into it, and, rather oppressed by its gloom, stood near the door looking about me, I saw her pass among the extinguished fires, and ascend some light iron stairs, and go out by a gallery high overhead, as if she were going out into the sky.
As he ascended the last stair or two, and the light of my lamp included us both, I saw, with a stupid kind of amazement, that he was holding out both his hands to me.
I sat thinking of it long after he had ascended to the clouds in a large watch-case, and still I could not make it out.
The lighted candle stood in the dark passage within, as of old, and I took it up and ascended the staircase alone.
In a few minutes she had ascended out of that clear field, in among the piled mountains of cloud.
As I crossed by the fountain, I saw his lighted back windows looking bright and quiet, and, when I stood for a few moments in the doorway of the building where I lived, before going up the stairs, Garden Court was as still and lifeless as the staircase was when I ascended it.