"You'll see them, Miss Julie, because I know that you're going to
America some time or other."

They were speaking in English again and Suzanne, wrapped in a gray cloak
and looking very large, assumed her old grim look. John glanced at her
and for the moment he was just a little afraid of her. He saw her eyes
saying very plainly: "You're an American and a foreigner and my
mistress, Mademoiselle Julie Lannes, a very young girl, is French. You
should not be talking together at all, and if you were not so necessary
to us in our hour of danger I would see that she was quickly taken far
away from you."

He led the way into the smoking-room, where there were many comfortable
chairs, and writing-desks with pen, ink and paper at hand. Everything
was ready for use, but guests and waiters were lacking.

"Let's go into the main dining-room," said John, who had opened another
door. "It's a fine, big place and the windows look directly over the
river. Doubtless we'd have a good view from here if it were not for the
driving snow."

It was, in fact, a handsome long room, proving the truth of John's
surmise that many guests came at times to Chastel, and, to their great
surprise, they found several of the tables fully dressed, as if some of
the people had just been sitting down to dinner, when the voice of the
shells bade them go.

"You see it's waiting for us," said John. "Why, we'd have done its
proprietor a wrong if we'd missed the Hôtel de l'Europe. The table is
set and, hospitable Frenchman that he is, he'll be glad to know that