John was glad to have a place in the inn.

He reflected that a man's good luck and bad luck in the long run were about even, and, after so much bad luck, the good luck should be coming his way.

He would certainly remain in the inn that night if he could, and a bench before the fire would be a sufficient bed for the peasant he seemed to be, at such a time, with the city full of troops, and the French batteries almost near enough to be heard.
More officers were coming in now.

Some of them stood before the great fire, warming themselves and drying their uniforms, the hail having begun to drive harder.

He thought he might see some one whom he knew.