"I am going to look for Basil," she said.
"It is waste of time," said Scott quietly.
But he did not attempt to withstand her.

They turned side by side up the hard, snowy track.
For some time they walked in silence.

At a short distance from the hotel, the road ascended steeply through a pine-wood, dark and mysterious as an enchanted forest, through which there rose the sound of a rushing stream.
Scott paused to listen, but instantly his sister laid an imperious hand upon him.
"I can't wait," she said.

"I am sure he is just round the corner.

I heard him whistle." He moved on in response to her insistence.