Creaked with returning footsteps down the corridor.
The footsteps came as though the walker read,
Or added rows of figures by the way;
There was much hesitation in the tread;
Lion seemed pondering which, to go or stay;
Then, seeing the door, which covered Michael, sway,
He swiftly crossed and shut it. "Always one
For order," Michael muttered. "Now be swift, my son."
The action seemed to break the walker's mood;
The footsteps passed downstairs, along the hall,