The soft but strong gaze was still upon
him, as if she were yet trying to persuade herself that it was reality.
"I felt all the time that some day we should leave the castle together,"
she said, "but I did not dream that it was you who sat before me as we
came up the mountain."
"But it was," said John, joyfully. "I think Wharton himself would have
complimented me on the way I drove the machine. I have a letter in my
pocket for Muller, the prince's forester who lives here, but it seems
that he is absent on other duty."
"And then," said the practical Suzanne, "it becomes us to take
possession of the house at once. Look forth, sir! how the storm beats!"
Through the open door they saw the snow driven past in sheets that
seemed almost solid. John handed the lantern to Suzanne and said:
"Wait here a moment."
"Where are you going, Mr. Scott?" exclaimed Julie. "You will not desert
us?"
"Never!"
He was out of the door in a couple of strides, and then he sprang into
the automobile. He had noticed a small garage back of the lodge and he
meant to save the machine, feeling sure that they would have need of it
later. In a few minutes it was safely inside with the door fastened so
tightly behind him that no wind could blow it loose, and he was back at
the lodge with the wind and snow driving so hard that he opened the door
but little, and, slipping in, slammed it shut.
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