He had not time to look back often to see how they helped it to make its way.

They were still some distance behind when he and Morin reached the house.
The man called Xavier was carried into the kitchen amid wild exclamations from the Morin women.

As they all continued the work of restoring him with a hearty goodwill and an experience of which Courthope could not boast, he was glad to betake himself to his own room, wondering whether he was now a thief or a gentleman in the eyes of this small snow-bound world.

There was, in any case, no one at leisure to prohibit him from making free with his own possessions.
When he was dressed a certain shyness prohibited him from entering the dining-room in which he heard Madge, Eliz, and the stranger talking French together.

He betook himself to the library, to the _Letters of the Portuguese Nun_ and an easy-chair.