The storm will make us both sleep all the better." "Good night, Mr.John," said Julie.
"Good night.

Miss Julie." Once more the stern face of Suzanne softened under a smile, but she and her charge marched briskly away, and left John alone before the fire.

He had decided that he would not sleep upstairs, but would occupy the gunroom from which a window looked out upon the front of the house.
There he made himself a bed with blankets and pillows that he brought from above and lay down amid arms.
The gunroom was certainly well stocked.

It held repeating rifles and fowling-pieces, large and small, and revolvers.

One big breech-loader had the weight of an elephant rifle, and there were also swords, bayonets and weapons of ancient type.