The technique came to her so naturally.

She turned her back to the slope, and thus descended, she knew just the right level at which to drive in the pick of her ax that she might lower herself to the next hole in their ice-ladder.
Finally as they came down the rocks by the great couloir to the glacier, he cried out: "Ah! Now, mademoiselle, I know who it is you remind me of.

I have been watching you.

I know now." She looked up.
"Who is it ?" "An English gentleman I once climbed with for a whole season many years ago.

A great climber, mademoiselle! Captain Chayne will know his name.
Gabriel Strood." "Gabriel Strood!" she cried, and then she laughed.