He saw her from the bottom of the stairsBefore she saw him. She was starting down,Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.She took a doubtful step and then undid itTo raise herself and look again. He spokeAdvancing toward her: 'What is it you seeFrom up there always for I want to know.'She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,And her face changed from terrified to dull.He said to gain time: 'What is it you see,'Mounting until she cowered under him.'I will find out now you must tell me, dear.'She, in her place, refused him any helpWith the least stiffening of her neck and silence.She let