There was no sound.

Rip still whimpered, rather feebly.

His excitement was evidently dying away.

At last Valentine shut the door, and they went back again to the tentroom, accompanied closely by the dog, who gradually regained his calmness, and who presently jumped of his own accord into his basket, and, after turning quickly round some half-dozen times, composed himself once more to sleep.
"I wish, after all, we had stayed in the other room by the fire," Julian said.

"Give me some brandy." Valentine poured some into a glass and Julian swallowed it at a gulp.
"We mustn't have Rip in the room another time," he added.