But at least it was nothing hostile to himself; nay, it was borne in upon him as he turned his steps, and she walked beside him with a quick yet gradually subsiding breath, that his appearance had been a relief to her, that she was glad of his companionship.
And he--miserable fellow!--to him it was peace after struggle, balm after torment.

For his thoughts, as he wandered through the Satory woods alone, had been the thoughts of a hypochondriac.

He hastened to leave them, now that she was near.
They wandered along the eastern edge of the 'Swiss Water,' towards the woods amid which the railway runs.

Through the gold-and-purple air the thin autumn trees rose lightly into the evening sky, marching in ordered ranks beside the water.

Young men were fishing in the lake; boys and children were playing near it, and sweethearts walking in the dank grass.