CHAPTER XI.
THE NEW DOROTHEA Two hours later they set out on their homeward journey.
The Commandant, still voluble, escorted them to the gate.

As Dorothea climbed into the chaise and Endymion shook up the rugs and cushions, a large brown-paper parcel rolled out upon the snow.

She gave a little cry of dismay: "The drawings!" "Eh ?" "We forgot to deliver them." "Oh, confound the things!" Endymion was for pitching them back into the chaise.
"But no!" she entreated.

"Why, Narcissus believes it was to deliver them that we came!" So the Commandant amiably charged himself to hand the parcel to M.Raoul, and waved his adieux with it as the chaise rolled away.
Of what had passed between Dorothea and Raoul at the surgery door Endymion knew nothing; but he had guessed at once, and now was assured by the tone in which she had spoken of the drawings, that the chapter was closed, the danger past.

Coming, brother and sister had scarcely exchanged a word for miles together.