"I am
very grateful," and here a smile lightened her grave face, "and I am
rather proud!"
"You came up to Lognan at a good time for me," he answered, as they shook
hands. "I shall cross the Col Dolent with a better heart to-morrow."
They shook hands, and he asked:
"Shall I see no more of you?"
"That is as you will," she replied, simply.
"I should like to. In Paris, perhaps, or wherever you are likely to be. I
am on leave now for some months."
She thought for a second or two. Then she said:
"If you will give me your address, I will write to you. I think I shall
be in England."
"I live in Sussex, on the South Downs."
She took his card, and as she turned away she pointed to the Aiguille
d'Argentiere.
"I shall dream of that to-night."
"Surely not," he replied, laughing down to her over the wooden
balustrade. "You will dream of running water."
She glanced up at him in surprise that he should have remembered this
strange quality of hers. Then she turned away and went down to the pine
woods and the village of Les Tines.
CHAPTER VIII
SYLVIA PARTS FROM HER MOTHER
Meanwhile Mrs. Thesiger laughed her shrill laugh and chatted noisily in
the garden of the hotel. She picnicked on the day of Sylvia's ascent
amongst the sham ruins on the road to Sallanches with a few detached
idlers of various nationalities.
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