"No. I'm sorry you object, that's all."
They made their way through a maze of chairs and seated themselves in the dim corner. Their view of the Jungfrau from this vine-screened corner was not as perfect as it might have been, but the Jungfrau had no present power of allurement for them.
"I cannot stay very long," she said as she sank back in the comfortable chair.
He turned his back not only upon the occupants of the porch but the lustrous Jungfrau, drawing his chair up quite close to hers. As he leaned forward, with his elbows on the arms of the chair, she seemed to slink farther back in the depths of hers, as if suddenly afraid of him.
"Now, tell me everything," he said. "From beginning to end. What became of you after that day at St. Cloud, whither have you journeyed, and wherefore were you so bent on coming to this now blessed Interlaken?"
"Easily answered. Nothing at all became of me. I journeyed thither, and I came because I had set my heart on seeing the Jungfrau."
"But you had seen it many times."
"And I hoped that I might find peace and quiet here," she added quite distinctly.
"You expected to find me here, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I did not regard you as a disturber of the peace."