There was a diagram upon the page with which he was familiar.

She was reading an old volume of the "Alpine Journal." Chayne was puzzled--there was so marked a contradiction between her outward appearance and her intense absorption in such a subject as Alpine adventure.

He turned at the door and looked back.

Sylvia Thesiger had raised her head and was looking straight at him.

Thus their eyes met, and did more than meet.
Chayne, surprised as he had been by the book which she was reading, was almost startled by the gentle and rather wistful beauty of the face which she now showed to him.