What fortune it was to find a hotel furnished with everything! The faint sighing sound that still comes on the wind, is it not that of the guns, my father ?" "Aye, Suzanne, it's that of the cannon thundering far away, but Mademoiselle Julie and Mr.Scott have forgotten all about it, and it would be a pity to recall them to it." Suzanne nodded.

For a little space she, too, was compelled to relax.

The salad now being complete she served it herself, and as she did so she relaxed still further, murmuring that they were just boy and girl together, but that they were very handsome.

She had lifted two of the candles and put them upon the table, their light touching Julie's hair of deep gold with a ruddy tint and heightening the brilliant color of her cheeks.

The heavy curtains before the window near them had been looped back a little, and the glass revealed the snow pouring down like a cataract, but they did not see it.
"It's the best dinner I ever ate," said John.
"Now you are finding what capable people Antoine and Suzanne are," said Julie.
"I give them all the credit due them," said John, as he made mental reservations.
"They're wonderfully capable, but it will always be Antoine's bitter regret that he does not serve in this war.