'The head-waiter at the Hotel du Lac found him for me.

He has been in the United States and speaks English, which is a great convenience.' The two said nothing, but they looked at each other and shrugged.
The donkeys were requisitioned for the rest of the journey; while Tony led Miss Hazel's mount, he could watch Constance ahead on Fidilini, an officer marching at each side of her saddle.

She appeared to divide her favours with nice discrimination; it was not her fault if the two were jealous of one another.

Tony could draw from that obvious fact what consolation there was in it.
The ruined fortress, their destination, was now exactly above their heads.

The last ascent boldly skirted the shoulder of the mountain, and then doubled upward in a series of serpentine coils.