Here he had been searching for her all this time, only to be treated as if he were an unwelcome intruder.

Well, he would not force himself on her.

If she did not want to see him, why annoy her?
He could go back, tell her father where she was, and let him come for her.

He stood, hesitating.
The door opened again and a woman looked out inquiringly at the young man standing in the snow with an axe on his shoulder.

Dorian would have to offer a word of explanation to the woman, at least, so he stepped into the path toward the house.
"Good morning," he said, lifting his hat.