The castle was now wholly lost in great masses of vapor and the moon was withdrawing from the sky.

The wind had an edge of ice.

He knew that mountains were the breeding place of storms and he made another increase of speed in order that they might reach the hunting lodge before one broke.
He had not heard a sound from the interior of the automobile since he started.

They were sitting only a few feet away, but the whistling of the wind and the crunch of the wheels on the sanded road would have drowned out all slight noises, and they did not speak, nor did he look back.
He knew that they could see only a broad back in front of them and the muffling coat and cap.

He longed to say a word or two, but he deemed it wisest to wait yet a while.