Then he turned fiercely towards Brossard.

His angry tones reached Jules even after he had mounted the stairs and closed the door.

The child crept close to the cheerful fire, and, crouching down on the rug, waited in a shiver of nervousness for his uncle's step on the stair.
Meanwhile, Joyce, hurrying home all a-tingle with the excitement of her adventure, wondered anxiously what would be the result of it.

Under cover of the dusk she slipped into the house unobserved.

There was barely time to dress for dinner.