It is not because of the difficulty of that rock-climb that I thought to suggest--the Aiguille d'Argentiere." Sylvia turned with some hesitation to the younger guide.
"You too spoke of that mountain," she said.
Michel pressed his advantage.
"And wisely, mademoiselle.

If you will let me advise you, you will sleep to-morrow night at the Pavillon de Lognan and the next day climb the Aiguille d'Argentiere." Sylvia looked regretfully up to the ridge of the Charmoz which during this last fortnight had greatly attracted her.

She turned her eyes from the mountain to Revailloud and let them rest quietly upon his face.
"And why do you advise the Aiguille d'Argentiere ?" she asked.
Michel saw her eyes softly shining upon him in the darkness, and all the more persisted.

Was not his dear patron who must needs be helped to open his eyes, since he would not open them himself, going to sleep to-morrow in the Pavillon de Lognan?
The roads to the Col Dolent and the Aiguille d'Argentiere both start from that small mountain inn.

But this was hardly the reason which Michel could give to the young girl who questioned him.
He bethought him of another argument, a subtle one which he fancied would strongly appeal to her.