Now she had come to the top of the stairs. Lucy looked and saw a long， wide passage with a large window at the far end. Apparently the passage ran the whole length of the house. It was carved and panelled and carpeted and very many doors opened off it on each side. She stood still and couldn’t hear the squeak of a mouse， or the buzzing of a fly， or the swaying of a curtain， or anything.except the beating of her own heart.
“The last doorway on the left，” she said to herself. It did seem a bit hard that it should be the last. To reach it she would have to walk past room after room. And in any room there might be the magician.asleep， or awake， or invisible， or even dead. But it wouldn‘t do to think about that. She set out on her journey. The carpet was so thick that her feet made no noise.
