post-horses,standing
before the
long front
of the
house with
its eight
columns,four
on each
side of
the broad
flight of
stairs. On
the
steps,groups
of
servants,a
few
relations,one
or two
friends
from the
nearest
neighbourhood,a
perfect
silence,on
all the
faces an
air of
sober
concentration;my
grandmother
all in
black
gazing
stoically,my
uncle
giving his
arm to my
mother
down to
the
carriage
in which I
had been
placed
already;at
the top of
the flight
my little
cousin in
