He took his risks with full knowledge, setting the gain against them, and counting them worth while.

If then he lived, he proposed at some indefinite time, in the late thirties, to fall in love and marry.

He had no parents living; there was the empty house upon the Sussex Downs; and the small estate which for generations had descended from father to son.
Marriage was thus a recognized event.

Only it was thrust away into an indefinite future.

But there had come an evening which he had not foreseen, when, sorely grieved by the loss of his great friend, he had fallen in with a girl who gave with open hands the sympathy he needed, and claimed, by her very reticence and humility, his sympathy in return.
A day had followed upon that evening; and thenceforth the image of Sylvia standing upon the snow-ridge of the Aiguille d'Argentiere, with a few strips of white cloud sailing in a blue sky overhead, the massive pile of Mont Blanc in front, freed to the sunlight which was her due, remained fixed and riveted in his thoughts.