Dorothea (albeit she had often glanced into the copy of M.Lempriere's Classical Dictionary in her brother's library, and, besides, had picked up something of Greek and Roman mythology in helping Narcissus) did not at once discriminate the subjects of these panels, but her eyes rested on them with a pleasant sense of recognition, and were still resting on them when she heard General Rochambeau say: "Ah, there is my genius! You must let me present him, Mademoiselle.
He will amuse you.

Hi, there! Raoul!" A young man, standing amid a group of workmen and criticising one of the panels between the curtains, turned sharply.

Almost before Dorothea was aware, he had doffed his paper cap and the General was introducing him.
She recognised him at once.

He was the young prisoner who had nailed the board against her brother's apple-tree.
He bowed and began at once to apologise for the state of the room.

He had expected no visitors before Wednesday.