conduct　of　the　night　before　might　well　have　upset　them。　　An　Oxford
  man；　fainting　in　an　hotel！　　Something　wrong　there！　。　。　。
  And　then；　when　he　reached　her；　he　did　find　courage。
  〃Was　it　really　moonlight？〃
  〃All　moonlight。〃
  〃But　it　was　warm！〃
  And；　when　she　did　not　answer　that；　he　had　within　him　just　the　same
  light；　intoxicated　feeling　as　after　he　had　won　a　race　at　school。
  But　now　came　a　dreadful　blow。　　His　tutor's　old　guide　had　suddenly
  turned　up；　after　a　climb　with　a　party　of　Germans。　　The　war…horse
  had　been　aroused　in　Stormer。　　He　wished　to　start　that　afternoon　for
  a　certain　hut；　and　go　up　a　certain　peak　at　dawn　next　day。　　But
  Lennan　was　not　to　go。　　Why　not？　　Because　of　last　night's　faint；　and
  because；　forsooth；　he　was　not　some　stupid　thing　they　called　'an
  expert。'　　As　if！　　Where　she　could　go　he　could！　　This　was　to　treat
  him　like　a　child。　　Of　course　he　could　go　up　this　rotten　mountain。
  It　was　because　she　did　not　care　enough　to　take　him！　　She　did　not
  think　him　man　enough！　　Did　she　think　that　he　could　not　climb　what
  her　husbandcould？　　And　if　it　were　dangerous　SHE　ought　not　to　be
  going；　leaving　him　behindthat　was　simply　cruel！　　But　she　only
  smiled；　and　he　flung　away　from　her；　not　having　seen　that　all　this
  grief　of　his　only　made　her　happy。
  And　that　afternoon　they　went　off　without　him。　　What　deep；　dark
  thoughts　he　had　then！　　What　passionate　hatred　of　his　own　youth！
  What　schemes　he　wove；　by　which　she　might　come　back；　and　find　him
  gone…up　some　mountain　far　more　dangerous　and　fatiguing！　　If　people
  did　not　think　him　fit　to　climb　with；　he　would　climb　by　himself。
  That；　anyway；　everyone　admitted；　was　dangerous。　　And　it　would　be
  her　fault。　　She　would　be　sorry　then。　　He　would　get　up；　and　be　off
  before　dawn；　he　put　his　things　out　ready；　and　filled　his　flask。
  The　moonlight　that　evening　was　more　wonderful　than　ever；　the
  mountains　like　great　ghosts　of　themselves。　　And　she　was　up　there　at
  the　hut；　among　them！　　It　was　very　long　before　he　went　to　sleep；
  brooding　over　his　injuriesintending　not　to　sleep　at　all；　so　as　to
  be　ready　to　be　off　at　three　o'clock。　　At　NINE　o'clock　he　woke。　　His
  wrath　was　gone；　he　only　felt　restless　and　ashamed。　　If；　instead　of
  flying　out；　he　had　made　the　best　of　it；　he　could　have　gone　with
  them　as　far　as　the　hut；　could　have　stayed　the　night　there。　　And　now
  he　cursed　himself　for　being　such　a　fool　and　idiot。　　Some　little　of
  that　idiocy　he　could；　perhaps；　retrieve。　　If　he　started　for　the　hut
  at　once；　he　might　still　be　in　time　to　meet　them　coming　down；　and
  accompany　them　home。　　He　swallowed　his　coffee；　and　set　off。　　He
  knew　the　way　at　first；　then　in　woods　lost　it；　recovered　the　right
  track　again　at　last；　but　did　not　reach　the　hut　till　nearly　two
  o'clock。　　Yes；　the　party　had　made　the　ascent　that　morningthey　had
  been　seen；　been　heard　jodelling　on　the　top。　　Gewiss！　　Gewiss！　　But
  they　would　not　come　down　the　same　way。　　Oh；　no！　　They　would　be
  going　home　down　to　the　West　and　over　the　other　pass。　　They　would　be
  back　in　house　before　the　young　Herr　himself。
  He　heard　this；　oddly；　almost　with　relief。　　Was　it　the　long　walk
  alone；　or　being　up　there　so　high？　　Or　simply　that　he　was　very
  hungry？　　Or　just　these　nice　friendly　folk　in　the　hut；　and　their
  young　daughter　with　her　fresh　face；　queer　little　black　cloth　sailor
  hat　with　long　ribbons；　velvet　bodice；　and　perfect　simple　manners；
  or　the　sight　of　the　little　silvery…dun　cows；　thrusting　their　broad
  black　noses　against　her　hand？　　What　was　it　that　had　taken　away　from
  him　all　his　restless　feeling；　made　him　happy　and　content？　。　。　。　　He
  did　not　know　that　the　newest　thing　always　fascinates　the　puppy　in
  its　gambols！　。　。　。　　He　sat　a　long　while　after　lunch；　trying　to　draw
  the　little　cows；　watching　the　sun　on　the　cheek　of　that　pretty
  maiden；　trying　to　talk　to　her　in　German。　　And　when　at　last　he　said：
  〃Adieu！〃　and　she　murmured　〃Kuss　die　Hand。　　Adieu！〃　there　was　quite
  a　little　pang　in　his　heart。　。　。　。　　Wonderful　and　queer　is　the　heart
  of　a　man！　。　。　。　　For　all　that；　as　he　neared　home　he　hastened；　till
  he　was　actually　running。　　Why　had　he　stayed　so　long　up　there？　　She
  would　be　backshe　would　expect　to　see　him；　and　that　young　beast　of
  a　violinist　would　be　with　her；　perhaps；　instead！　　He　reached　the
  hotel　just　in　time　to　rush　up　and　dress；　and　rush　down　to　dinner。
  Ah！　　They　were　tired；　no　doubtwere　resting　in　their　rooms。　　He
  sat　through　dinner　as　best　he　could；　got　away　before　dessert；　and
  flew　upstairs。　　For　a　minute　he　stood　there　doubtful；　on　which　door
  should　he　knock？　　Then　timidly　he　tapped　on　hers。　　No　answer！　　He
  knocked　loud　on　his　tutor's　door。　　No　answer！　　They　were　not　back；
  then。　　Not　back？　　What　could　that　mean？　　Or　could　it　be　that　they
  were　both　asleep？　　Once　more　he　knocked　on　her　door；　then
  desperately　turned　the　handle；　and　took　a　flying　glance。　　Empty；
  tidy；　untouched！　　Not　back！　　He　turned　and　ran　downstairs　again。
  All　the　guests　were　streaming　out　from　dinner；　and　he　became
  entangled　with　a　group　of　'English　Grundys'　discussing　a　climbing
  accident　which　had　occurred　in　Switzerland。　　He　listened；　feeling
  suddenly　quite　sick。　　One　of　them；　the　short　grey…bearded　Grundy
  with　the　rather　whispering　voice；　said　to　him：　〃All　alone　again　to…
  night？　　The　Stormers　not　back？〃　　Lennan　did　his　best　to　answer；　but
  something　had　closed　his　throat；　he　could　only　shake　his　head。
  〃They　had　a　guide；　I　think？〃　said　the　'English　Grundy。'
  This　time　Lennan　managed　to　get　out：　〃Yes；　sir。〃
  〃Stormer；　I　fancy；　is　quite　an　expert！〃　and　turning　to　the　lady
  whom　the　young　'Grundys'　addressed　as　'Madre'　he　added：
  〃To　me　the　great　charm　of　mountain…climbing　was　always　the　freedom
  from　peoplethe　remoteness。〃
  The　mother　of　the　young　'Grundys；'　looking　at　Lennan　with　her　half…
  closed　eyes；　answered：
  〃That；　to　me；　would　be　the　disadvantage；　I　always　like　to　be　mixing
  with　my　own　kind。〃
  The　grey…bearded　'Grundy'　murmured　in　a　muffled　voice：
  〃Dangerous　thing；　that；　to　sayin　an　hotel！〃
  And　they　went　on　talking；　but　of　what　Lennan　no　longer　knew；　lost
  in　this　sudden　feeling　of　sick　fear。　　In　the　presence　of　these
  'English　Grundys；'　so　superior　to　all　vulgar　sensations；　he　could
  not　give　vent　to　his　alarm；　already　they　viewed　him　as　unsound　for
  having　fainted。　　Then　he　grasped　that　there　had　begun　all　round　him
  a　sort　of　luxurious　speculation　on　what　might　have　happened　to　the
  Stormers。　　The　descent　was　very　nasty；　there　was　a　particularly　bad
  traverse。　　The　'Grundy；'　whose　collar　was　not　now　crumpled；　said　he
  did　not　believe　in　women　climbing。　　It　was　one　of　the　signs　of　the
  times　that　he　most　deplored。　　The　mother　of　the　young　'Grundys'
  countered　him　at　once：　In　practice　she　agreed　that　they　were　out　of
  place；　but　theoretically　she　could　not　see　why　they　should　not
  climb。　　An　American　standing　near　threw　all　into　confusion　by
  saying　he　guessed　that　it　might　be　liable　to　develop　their
  understandings。　　Lennan　made　for　the　front　door。　　The　moon　had　just
  come　up　over　in　the　South；　and　exactly　under　it　he　could　see　their
  mountain。　　What　visions　he　had　then！　　He　saw　her　lying　dead；　saw
  himself　climbing　down　in　the　moonlight　and　raising　her　still…
  living；　but　half…frozen；　form　from　some　perilous　ledge。　　Even　that
  was　almost　better　than　this　actuality　of　not　knowing　where　she　was；
  or　what　had　happened。　　People　passed　out　into　the　moonlight；
  looking　curiously　at　his　set　face　staring　so　fixedly。　　One　or　two
  asked　him　if　he　were　anxious；　and　he　answered：　〃Oh　no；　thanks！〃
  Soon　there　would　have　to　be　a　search　party。　　How　soon？　　He　would；
  he　must　be；　of　it！　　They　should　not　stop　him　this　time。　　And
  suddenly　he　thought：　Ah；　it　is　all　because　I　stayed　up　there　this
  afternoon　talking　to　that　girl；　all　because　I　forgot　HER！
  And　then　he　heard　a　stir　behind　him。　　There　they　were；　coming　down
  the　passage　from　a　side　doorshe　in　front　with　her　alpenstock　and
  rucksacksmiling。　　Instinctively　he　recoiled　behind　some　plants。
  They　passed。　　Her　sunburned　face；　with　its　high　cheek…bones　and　its
  deep…set　eyes；　looked　so　happy；　smiling；　tired；　triumphant。
  Somehow　he　could　not　bear　it；　and　when　they　were　gone　by　he　stole
  out　into　the　wood　and　threw　himself　down　in　shadow；　burying　his
  face；　and　choking　back　a　horrible　dry　sobbing　that　would　keep
  rising　in　his　throat。
  IX
  Next　day　he　was　happy；　for　all　the　afternoon　he　lay　out　in　the
  shade　of　that　same　wood　at　her　feet；　gazing　up　through　larch…
  boughs。　　It　was　so　wonderful；　with　nobody　but　Nature　near。　　Nature
  so　alive；　and　busy；　and　so　big！
  Coming　down　from　the　hut　the　day　before；　he　had　seen　a　peak　that
  looked　exactly　like　the　figure　of　a　woman　with　a　garment　over　her
  head；　the　biggest　statue　in　the　world；　from　further　down　it　had
  become　the　figure　of　a　bearded　man；　with　his　arm　bent　over　his
  eyes。　　Had　she　seen　it？　　Had　she　noticed　how　all　the　mountains　in
  moonlight　or　very　early　morning　took　the　shape　of　beasts？　　What　he
  wanted　most　in　life　was　to　be　able　to　make　images　of　beasts　and
  creatures　of　all　sorts；　that　were　likethat　hadthat　gave　out　the
  spirit　ofNature；　so　that　by　just　looking　at　them　one　could　have
  all　those　jolly　feelings　one　had　when　one　was　watching　trees；　and
  beasts；　and　rocks；　and　even　some　sorts　of　menbut　not　'Engli