He took a quick step after.
"Signorina, a moment!" She half turned.
"Well ?" "I beg of you--one little favor.

There are two American ladies expected at the Hotel du Lac and I thought--perhaps--would you mind writing me a letter of recommendation ?" Constance turned back without a word and walked into the house.
Mr.Wilder's conversation at dinner that night was of the day's excursion and Tony.

He was elated, enthusiastic, glowing.
Mountain-climbing was the most interesting pursuit in the world; he would begin tomorrow and exhaust the Alps.

And as for Tony--his intelligence, his discretion, his cleverness--there never had been such a guide.
Constance listened silently, her eyes on her plate.

At another time it might have occurred to her that her father's enthusiasm was excessive, but tonight she was occupied with her thoughts, and she had no reason in the world to suspect him of guile.