She looked down once more upon the slim snow peak of Mont Dolent and the grim wall of rocks at the Col.
"I shall never forget this," she said, with shining eyes.

"Never." The fascination of the mountains was upon her.

Something new had come into her life that morning which would never fail her to the very end, which would color all her days, however dull, which would give her memories in which to find solace, longings wherewith to plan the future.
This she felt and some of this her friend understood.
"Yes," he said.

"You understand the difference it makes to one's whole life.

Each year passes so quickly looking back and looking forward." "Yes, I understand," she said.
"You will come back ?" But this time she did not answer at once.