And yet, who was to blame?
Was anybody to blame?
Could anything that had happened have been helped or avoided?
He entered, determining to abide by Mrs.Dillingham's injunction of silence.

He found the servants extinguishing the lights, and met the information that Mrs.Belcher had retired.

His huge pile of trunks had come during his absence, and remained scattered in the hall.

The sight offended him, but, beyond a muttered curse, he said nothing, and sought his bed.
Mr.Belcher was not in good humor when he rose the next morning.

He found the trunks where he left them on the previous evening; and when he called for the servants to carry them upstairs, he was met by open revolt.