"I believe I should enjoy the mountains if I could do such things.

It is sitting still and having them scowl down at you! Prince Casamassina never rides.

He only goes on a mule.

He was carried up the Faulhorn on a litter." "On a litter ?" said Rowland.
"In one of those machines--a chaise a porteurs--like a woman." Rowland received this information in silence; it was equally unbecoming to either to relish or deprecate its irony.
"Is Mr.Hudson to join you again?
Will he come here ?" Christina asked.
"I shall soon begin to expect him." "What shall you do when you leave Switzerland ?" Christina continued.
"Shall you go back to Rome ?" "I rather doubt it.

My plans are very uncertain." "They depend upon Mr.Hudson, eh ?" "In a great measure." "I want you to tell me about him.