We do some little thing every day; to-day we did the Schwarzee.

You won't be any wiser, and the real climbers wouldn't call it climbing, but it means three thousand feet first and last.

To-morrow we are going to the Monte Rosa hut.

There is no saying where we shall end up, if this weather holds." In this fashion Mrs.Lascelles not only made me a contemptuous present of information which I had never sought, but tacitly rebuked poor Bob for his gratuitous attempt at concealment.

Clearly, they had nothing to conceal; and the hotel talk was neither more nor less than hotel talk.
There was, nevertheless, a certain self-consciousness in the attitude of either (unless I grossly misread them both) which of itself afforded some excuse for the gossips in my own mind.
Yet I did not know; every moment gave me a new point of view.