She had found him reading "The Alps in 1864," and yes--he had tried to hide from her the title of the book.

On their first meeting he had understood at once when she had spoken to him of the emotion which her first mountain peak had waked in her.

And before that--yes, her guide had cried aloud to her, "You remind me of Gabriel Strood." She owed it to him that she had turned to the Alps as to her heritage, and that she had brought to them an instinctive knowledge.

Her first feeling was one of sheer pride in her father.

Then the doubts began to thicken.