midday
On the strength of a chance remark of Madeleine 's , which he had remembered , he found what he looked for , without difficulty . It could not have been better : a rambling inn , with restaurant , set in a clearing on the top of a wooded hill , with an open view over the undulating plains . That night , he wrote to Louise from the Rochlitzer Berg , painting the nest he had found for them in glowing colours , and begging her to come without delay . But the whole of the next day passed without a word from her , and the next again , and not till the morning of the third , did he receive a note , announcing her arrival for shortly after midday . He took it with him to the woods , and lay at full length on the moss . Although he had been alone now for more than forty-eight hours -- a July quiet reigned over the place -- he had not managed to think connectedly . He was still dazed , disbelieving of what had happened .