To recover my mind I went alone into the Alps, and on the sea of ice below Montanvert the creature came toward me across the crevasses with superhuman speed. I cursed him and told him to go. He answered calmly that he had expected nothing else. "I ought to be your Adam," he said, "but I am rather the fallen angel. Everywhere I see happiness from which I alone am excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall be virtuous again." He asked me to come to his hut on the mountain and hear how he had spent the two years since he opened his eyes in my room. Against every instinct I followed him, because for the first time I felt what my duty to him was.