The sun had begun to sink, and the greater part of it lay in
shadow.
Far away, rising out of the shadows, all golden amid floating mists, was
a mighty mountain crest, higher than all around. The sun-rays lighted up
its wondrous peaks. The glory of it was unearthly, almost more than the
eye could bear.
Dinah stood on the little wooden verandah of the _chalet_ and gazed and
gazed till the splendour nearly blinded her.
"Still watching the Delectable Mountains?" said Scott's voice at her
shoulder.
She made a little gesture in response. She could not take her eyes off
the wonder.
He came and stood beside her in mute sympathy while he finished his
cigarette. There was a certain depression in his attitude of which
presently she became aware. She summoned her resolution and turned
herself from the great vision that so drew her.
He was leaning against a post of the verandah, and she read again in his
attitude the weariness that she had marked earlier in the afternoon.
"Are you--troubled about your sister?" she asked him diffidently.
He threw away the end of his cigarette and straightened himself. "Yes, I
am troubled," he said, in a low voice. "I am afraid it was a mistake to
bring her here."
"I thought her looking better this morning," Dinah ventured.
His grey eyes met hers. "Did you? I thought it a good sign that she
should make the effort to speak to strangers.
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