She is accompanying me to Saint Moritz in order to gather flowers and paint aquarelle sketches of them.

Should you presume to interrupt her in her favourite occupations, should you present yourself before her like a creditor on the day of maturity, I swear to you that your note would be protested, and that you would have nothing better to do than return to Hungary." "You are sure of it ?" "As sure as that sulphuric acid will turn litmus red." "And you have the heart to sent me back to Paris without having spoken with her ?" "What I have said is for your good, and you know whether I mean you well or not." "It is agreed, then, that you will take charge of my interests; that you will plead my cause ?" "It is understood that I will sound the premises, that I will prepare the way--" "And that you will send me tidings shortly, and that these tidings will be good.

I shall await them here, at the Hotel Steinbock." "As you please; but, for the love of Heaven, let me sleep!" M.Camille Langis pressed his two arms and said, with much emotion: "I place myself in your hands; take care how you answer for my life!" "O youth!" murmured M.Moriaz, actually thrusting Camille from the room.
"One might search in vain for a more beautiful invention." Ten hours later, a post-chaise bore in the direction of Engadine Mlle.
Antoinette Moriaz, her father, her _demoiselle de compagnie_, and her _femme de chambre_.

They breakfasted tolerably well in a village situated in the lower portion of a notch, called Tiefenkasten, which means, literally, _deep chest_, and certainly a deeper never has been seen.

After breakfast they pursued their way farther, and towards four o'clock in the afternoon they reached the entrance of the savage defile of Bergunerstein, which deserves to be compared with that of Via Mala.
The road lies between a wall of rocks and a precipice of nearly two hundred metres, at the bottom of which rush the swift waters of the Albula.