A sort of moon madness had made him commit his extraordinary deed, and John could view it with increasing tolerance because he had been bewitched himself.
He made another and more extended survey of their stores and confirmed his first opinion that the lodge was furnished in full princely style.
They need not lack for any of the comforts, nor for many luxuries, no matter how long they remained.
On the morning of the third day the storm ceased and they looked out upon a white, shining world of snow, lofty and impressive, peaks and ridges outlined sharply against a steel-blue sky.

John had found a pair of powerful glasses in the lodge and with them he was now able to make out Zillenstein quite clearly.

Clothed in snow, a castle all in white, it was nevertheless more menacing than ever.
John believed that Muller would surely come, and many and many a time he thought over the problem how to deal with him.

But the new, windless day passed and there was no sign of the forester.

John himself went forth, breaking paths here and there through the snow, but he discovered nothing.