It means very much," said he, letting his deep-set eyes rest with sympathy upon the face of the younger man.

Kenyon put a whisky and soda by Chayne's elbow, and setting the tobacco jar on a little table between them, sat down and lighted his pipe.
"You came back at once ?" he asked.
"I crossed the Col Dolent and went down into Italy," replied Chayne.
"Yes, yes," said Kenyon, nodding his head.

"But you will go back next year, or the year after." "Perhaps," said Chayne; and for a little while they smoked their pipes in silence.

Then Chayne came to the object of his visit.
"Kenyon," he asked, "have you any photographs of the people who went climbing twenty to twenty-five years ago?
I thought perhaps you might have some groups taken in Switzerland in those days.

If you have, I should like to see them." "Yes, I think I have," said Kenyon.