She remembered, too, that he had distrusted Raoul from the first.
He had been right.

But had she been wholly wrong?
In the dusk of the fifth evening after their departure the chaise rolled briskly in through Bayfield great gates and up the snowy drive.
Almost noiselessly though it came, Mudge had the door thrown wide and stood ready to welcome them, with Narcissus behind in the comfortable glow of the hall.
Dorothea's limbs were stiff, and on alighting she steadied herself for a moment by the chaise-door before stepping in to kiss her brother.

In that moment her eyes took one backward glance across the park and rested on the lights of Axcester glimmering between the naked elms.
"Well," demanded Narcissus, after exchange of greetings, "and what did he say about the drawings ?" Dorothea had not expected the question in this form, and parried it with a laugh: "You and your drawings! I declare"-- she turned to Endymion--"he has been thinking of them all the time, and affects no concern in our adventures!" "Which, nevertheless, have been romantic to the last degree," he added, playing up to her.
"My dear Dorothea--" Narcissus expostulated.
"But you are not going to evade me by any such tricks," she interrupted, sternly; "for that is what it comes to.

I left you with the strictest orders to take care of yourself, and you ought to know that I shall answer nothing until you have been catechised.

What have you been eating ?" "My _dear_ Dorothea!" Narcissus gazed helplessly at Mudge; but Mudge had been seized with a flurry of his own, and misinterpreted the look as well as the stern question.
"I--I reckon 'tis _me_, Miss," he confessed.