Every tint of blue and purple, of amethyst and sapphire lay melted in the chalice carved out by the lake and its guardian mountains.

Every line of that chalice was harmonious as though each mountain and valley filled its place consciously, in a living order; and in the grandeur of the whole there was no terror, no hint of a world hostile and inaccessible to man, as in the Alps and the Rockies.
'These mountains are one's friends,' said Farrell, smiling as he stood beside Nelly, pointing out the various peaks by name.

'If you know them only a little, you can trust yourself to them, at any hour of the day or night.

Whereas, in the Alps, I always feel myself "a worm and no man"!' 'I have never been abroad,' said Nelly shyly.
For once he found an _ingenue_ attractive.
'Then you have it to come--when the world is sane again.

But some things you will have missed for ever.