My tone reassured her.
“What can you see up there?” she asked eagerly.
“Nothing, so far, but snow, but there seem to be light fleecy clouds to the south, or maybe they’re snow hills. If clouds, it would mean a warmer country, I think.”
“How high up are you?”
“Well, perhaps a mile or so.”
“Very cold up there?”
“It’s getting cold. We were pretty warm at first, from exercise.”
“Oh, weren’t you frightened?”
“N—no, I don’t think we had time.”
She then asked me about Mr. Sturritt and Ferratoni, but before I could answer Ferratoni said: