Suzanne, I know, loves me." "I'm sure of it.

I don't blame her." "Look how the snow is leaping up against the window, Mr.John! Ah, Suzanne is ahead of your prediction! She's coming now." Suzanne stood in the doorway.

John surmised from her look that her distrust, at least in a mild form, had sent her there.
"Now that your maid can be with you," he said, "I think I'll take another look at the front of the hotel.

Possibly, a new guest has arrived and registered since we last saw the bureau.

Will you excuse me for a few minutes, Miss Julie ?" John was merely impelled by a sense of duty to take a look about the hotel, not that he expected to find anything, but because a good soldier should never neglect his scouting operations.