He chose to regard the old man's hospitality with suspicion, and even went the length of casting doubts upon his piety.

But I put it down to the heat of the herb lotion, which had made his face like a full-blown red rose, and had doubtless got into his blood.
I was very sound asleep when a violent shaking of the arm woke me, and Le Marchant's whisper in my ear--"Carre, there's something wrong.

Don't speak! Listen!"-- brought me all to myself in a moment, and I heard what he heard,--the hushed movement of people in the outer room off which our bedroom opened, the soft creak of a loose board in the flooring.
"Outside the window a minute ago," he murmured in my ear.
Then a sound reached us that there was no mistaking, the tiny click of the strap-ring of a musket against the barrel, and a peaceful miller has no need of muskets.
We had but a moment for thought.

I feared greatly that we were trapped, and felt the blame to myself.

There would be men outside the window, but more in the room, for they looked to catch us sleeping.