All around them lay the mountains, Monte Rosa silver against the sapphire sky.

Below the fantastic houses clustered to the lake's edge in their little groves and coppices of green.
They were talking of Robin's coming.

The hour of his arrival was somewhat uncertain.

They might find him at the hotel when they returned, going home in the evening quietness, when Monte Rosa would be flushed to rose-pink and the blue sky would die off in splendours of rose and orange.
Nelly was certainly looking better.

Not a hint had come to her of the frontier war in which, by this time, her lover must be engaged.