Part 10 (1/2)

The fascination of the mountains was upon her. Something new had come into her life that morning which would never fail her to the very end, which would color all her days, however dull, which would give her memories in which to find solace, longings wherewith to plan the future.

This she felt and some of this her friend understood.

”Yes,” he said. ”You understand the difference it makes to one's whole life. Each year pa.s.ses so quickly looking back and looking forward.”

”Yes, I understand,” she said.

”You will come back?”

But this time she did not answer at once. She stood looking thoughtfully out over the bridge of the Argentiere. It seemed to Chayne that she was coming slowly to some great decision which would somehow affect all her life. Then she said--and it seemed to him that she had made her decision:

”I do not know. Perhaps I never shall come back.”

They turned away and went carefully down the slope. Again her leading guide, who on the return journey went last, was perplexed by that instinct for the mountain side which had surprised him. The technique came to her so naturally. She turned her back to the slope, and thus descended, she knew just the right level at which to drive in the pick of her ax that she might lower herself to the next hole in their ice-ladder.

Finally as they came down the rocks by the great couloir to the glacier, he cried out:

”Ah! Now, mademoiselle, I know who it is you remind me of. I have been watching you. I know now.”

She looked up.

”Who is it?”

”An English gentleman I once climbed with for a whole season many years ago. A great climber, mademoiselle! Captain Chayne will know his name.

Gabriel Strood.”

”Gabriel Strood!” she cried, and then she laughed. ”I too know his name.

You are flattering me, Jean.”

But Jean would not admit it.

”I am not, mademoiselle,” he insisted. ”I do not say you have his skill--how should you? But there are certain movements, certain neat ways of putting the hands and feet. Yes, mademoiselle, you remind me of him.”

Sylvia thought no more of his words at the moment. They reached the lateral glacier, descended it and crossed the Glacier d'Argentiere. They found their stone-enc.u.mbered pathway of the morning and at three o'clock stood once more upon the platform in front of the Pavillon de Lognan.

Then she rested for a while, saying very little.

”You are tired?” he said.

”No,” she replied. ”But this day has made a great difference to me.”

Her guides approached her and she said no more upon the point. But Chayne had no doubt that she was referring to that decision which she had taken on the summit of the peak. She stood up to go.

”You stay here to-night?” she said.

”Yes.”

”You cross the Col Dolent to-morrow?”

”Yes.”