Her face stood before him now as it had looked when she had followed with her eyes the rejected amaranth; as it had looked when she galloped past him on her wild charger; as it had looked when she had hidden it on his bosom in an agony of despairing love, in order that there she might weep out her woe, amidst sweet torture and painful joy, that secret woe which she had carried about with her for years.

And when he thought on these things, his fine eyes filled with tears.
He noticed the imprints of the knees of the departed youth, where he had knelt on the pedestal of the monument in the snow, and he fell a-thinking.
Did not this woman, who had so suffered, lived and died, deserve as much?
And he himself bent his knee before the monument.
And he read the name.

Like a spectral invitation, those five letters, F-a-n-n-y, gleamed before him so seductively.
For a long time he remained immersed in his own reflections, and thought--and thought-- At last he bent down and kissed the five letters one after another, just as the other young fellow had done.
Then he flung himself on his horse.

His errant groom, not finding his master, was impatiently blowing his horn in every direction.

Rudolf soon came up with him, and half an hour later they were in the courtyard of John Karpathy's castle.