There were familiar peaks to be climbed again and some new expeditions to be attempted.
"I thought we might try a new route up the Aiguille sans Nom," he suggested, and Michel assented but slowly, without the old heartiness and without that light in his face which the suggestion of something new used always to kindle.

But again Chayne shut his ears.
"I was very lucky to find you here," he went on cheerily.

"I wrote so late that I hardly hoped for it." Michel replied with some embarrassment: "I do not climb with every one, monsieur.

I hoped perhaps that one of my old patrons would want me.

So I waited." Chayne looked round the platform for his friend.
"And Monsieur Lattery ?" he asked.
The guide's face lit up.
"Monsieur Lattery?
Is he coming too?
It will be the old days once more." "Coming?
He is here now.