On to one of them he moved out, Chayne went up and joined him.
"Come, mademoiselle," he said, and he drew in the rope as Sylvia advanced.

She climbed up level with them on the ladder and waited, not knowing why they stood aside.
"Go on, mademoiselle," said the guide.

She took another step or two upon snow and uttered a cry.

She had looked suddenly over the top of the mountain on to the Aiguille Verte and the great pile of Mont Blanc, even as Revailloud had told her that she would.

The guide had stood aside that she might be the first to step out upon the summit of the mountain.