"You have read of them--you, mademoiselle ?" There was as much pleasure as wonder in his tone.

After all, flattery from the lips of a woman young and beautiful was not to be despised, he thought, the more especially when the flattery was so very well deserved.
Life had perhaps one or two compensations to offer him in his old age.
"Yes, indeed.

I am very glad to meet you, Michel.

I have known your name a long while and envied you for living in the days when these mountains were unknown." Revailloud forgot the mules to the Montanvert and the tourists on the Mer de Glace.

He warmed into cheerfulness.