It reminded him of a great storm he had seen once on his uncle's ranch on the high table land of Montana, but to him it came that night as a friend and not as an enemy, cutting them off from Zillenstein and all the dangers it held.
He lighted candles and lamps in the great room and all the smaller rooms clustering about it.

He would have everything cheerful for Julie when she returned.
He had seen Suzanne take several heavy packages from the automobile and he had no doubt that they had come amply provided with clothing, that for Julie, belonging doubtless to a young cousin or niece of the prince who stayed sometimes at Zillenstein.
As for himself, if they remained long he must depend upon the spare raiment of the forester, and, remembering suddenly that he might effect his own improvement, he hunted for Muller's room and discovered it on the second floor.

Here he found shaving materials, and rapidly cleared his face of the young beard that he despised.

Muller's clothing was scattered about, and he judged from it that the forester was a man of about his own size.

After some hesitation, he took off his own coat and put on a brilliant Tyrolean jacket which he surmised the owner reserved for occasions of state.
"If you come, Mr.Muller, I'll try to explain to you why I do this," said John aloud.