We chanced the crevasse.

We sat down and glissaded in the dark with only the vaguest idea where we should end.
Altogether we had very good times, he and I.Well, they have come to an end on the Glacier des Nantillons." Chayne became silent; Sylvia Thesiger sat at his side and did not interrupt.

In front of them the pastures slid away into darkness.

Only a few small clear lights shining in the chalets told them there were other people awake in the world.

Except for the reverberation of the torrent deep in the gorge at their right, no sound at all broke the deep silence.
Chayne knocked the ashes from his pipe.
"I beg your pardon," he said.