But I am angry just the same, and if anything like that ever happens again I shall be very _very_ angry.' 'Signorina, I would not make you very _very_ angry for anysing.

As long as I live nosing like zat shall happen again.

No, nevair, I promise.' They plunged into a pine wood and climbed for another two hours, the summit always vanishing before them like a mirage.

At the end of that time they were apparently no nearer their goal than when they had started.

They had followed first one path, then another, until they had lost all sense of direction, and finally when they came to a place where three paths diverged, they had to acknowledge themselves definitely lost.
Mr.Wilder elected one path, Tony another, and Constance sat down on a rock.
'I'm not going any farther,' she observed.
'You can't stay here all night,' said her father.
'Well, I can't walk over this mountain all night.