He had taken many things philosophically in the course of recent hours, and he took this also.

What right had he to intrude himself?
He ate his meal alone.

His roving glance soon brought him pleasure, for he found that some one had tip-toed into the room while he slept and laid the choicest volumes of romance near his chair.
The wind had dropped, the snow had ceased falling.

Before Courthope had finished his luncheon the young man who looked like a notary's clerk came in, using his broken English.

He remarked that the storm was over and that they were now going to get out a double team to plough through the road.