The mountains themselves stood back, as it were, darkling and unobtrusive; all that was left of the Matterhorn was a towering gap in the stars; and in the faint cold light stood my friends, somewhat close together, and I thought I saw the red tips of two cigarettes.

There was at least no mistaking the long loose limbs in the light overcoat.

And because a woman always looks relatively taller than a man, this woman looked nearly as tall as this lad.
"Bob Evers?
You may not remember me, but my name's Clephane--Duncan, you know!" I felt the veriest scoundrel, and yet the words came out as smoothly as I have written them, as if to show me that I had been a potential scoundrel all my life.
"Duncan Clephane?
Why, of course I remember you.

I should think I did! I say, though, you must have had a shocking time!" Bob's voice was quite quiet for all his astonishment, his manner a miracle, though it was too dark to read the face; and his right hand held tenderly to mine, as his eyes fell upon my sticks, while his left poised a steady cigarette.

And now I saw that there was only one red tip after all.
"I read your name in the visitors' book," said I, feeling too big a brute to acknowledge the boy's solicitude for me.