There is moderation even in the cooking of eggs, and this wood might stretch into Spain, for all I knew! Presently she turned the corner and was gone again, and I had to repeat my manoeuvre.

This time, surely, I should find a change.

But no! Another green ride stretched away into the depths of the forest, with hedges of varying shades--here light and there dark, as hazel and elder, or thorn, and yew and box prevailed--but always high and stiff and impervious.
Halfway down the ride Madame's figure tripped steadily on, the only moving thing in sight.

I wondered, stood, and, when she vanished, followed-only to find that she had entered another track, a little narrower but in every other respect alike.
And so it went on for quite half an hour.

Sometimes Madame turned to the right, sometimes to the left.