'This passage can never be lighted, please your Lordship: the goblins pinch out the wick of the candle with their fingers.'
'Are there goblins here?' said Raymond, drawing back.
'Keep hold of my hand, and they will do your Lordship no harm.'
'Does this passage belong to them?'
'Mind the steps, please your Lordship,' said Silvia suddenly. 'If you were to lose me here you would never see light again.'
'How strange your voice sounds! Are you Silvia?'
'I am not Rosamund, at any rate!' replied his conductor, with a low laugh. 'It's the vault of the passage makes my voice sound hoarse.'
'We must be a long way underground. And this darkness is like a block of black marble. And I feel as if creatures were walking around me who can see me though I cannot see them.'
'Their eyes are more used to the darkness than your Lordship's.'
'How far have we still to go?'