Peak after peak of dazzling snow dwindled away to the left.

Only the gaunt Riffelhorn reared a brown head against the blue.

And there we sat, Mrs.Lascelles and I, with all this before us and a rock behind, while I wondered what my companion meant to say, and how she would begin.
I had not to wonder long.
"You were very good to me last night, Captain Clephane." There was evidently no beating about the bush for Mrs.Lascelles.

I thoroughly approved, but was nevertheless somewhat embarrassed for the moment.
"I--really I don't know how, Mrs.Lascelles!" "Oh, yes, you do, Captain Clephane; you recognised me at a glance, as I did you." "I certainly thought I did," said I, poking about with the ferrule of one of my sticks.
"You know you did." "You are making me know it." "Captain Clephane, you knew it all along; but we won't argue that point.
I am not going to deny my identity.

It is very good of you to give me the chance, if rather unnecessary.