He noticed that the great Antoine gave him a glance of strong approval, and even the somber Suzanne seemed to be thawing.
John was sorry that the European hotels did not have a big lobby after the American fashion.

It would have given them a welcome now, but all was as usual in the Hotel de l'Europe, Chastel.

There was the small office for the cashier, and the smaller one for the bookkeeper.

Near them was the bureau and upon it lay an open register.

Through an open door beyond, the smoking-room was visible, and from where he stood John could see French and English illustrated weeklies lying upon the tables.
Nothing had been taken, nothing was in disorder, the hotel was complete, save that it was as bare as _Crusoe's_ deserted island.