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 injuries--intending 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
morning--they 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