And about the ice, and above it, circling it in, black walls of rock towered high, astonishingly steep and broken at the top into pinnacles of an exquisite beauty.
"I shall be very glad to have seen this," said Sylvia, as she stored the picture in her mind, "more glad than I am even now.

It will be a good memory to fall back upon when things are troublesome." "Must things be troublesome ?" he asked.
"Don't let me spoil my one day," she said, with a smile.
She moved on, and Chayne, falling back, spoke for a little with his guides.

A little further on Jean stopped.
"That is our mountain, mademoiselle," he said, pointing eastward across the glacier.
Sylvia turned in that direction.
Straight in front of her a bay of ice ran back, sloping ever upward, and around the bay there rose a steep wall of cliffs which in the center sharpened precipitously to an apex.

The apex was not a point but a rounded level ridge of snow which curved over on the top of the cliffs like a billow of foam.

A tiny black tower of rock stood alone on the northern end of the snow-ridge.
"That, mademoiselle, is the Aiguille d'Argentiere.