In Paris, perhaps, or wherever you are likely to be.

I am on leave now for some months." She thought for a second or two.

Then she said: "If you will give me your address, I will write to you.

I think I shall be in England." "I live in Sussex, on the South Downs." She took his card, and as she turned away she pointed to the Aiguille d'Argentiere.
"I shall dream of that to-night." "Surely not," he replied, laughing down to her over the wooden balustrade.

"You will dream of running water." She glanced up at him in surprise that he should have remembered this strange quality of hers.