"I think," said Adèle, "he'd have continued his discourse, as if nothing had happened."
"Good girl," said Jonah. "Any more queries about Pampeluna?"
"Yes," said my sister. "How exactly do we go?"
"We go," said I, "to St. Jean-Pied-de-Port. There we get a permit to take the cars into Spain. Then we go over the mountains by Roncevaux. It's a wonderful drive, they say, but the very deuce of a climb. Pampeluna's about fifty kilometres from the top of the pass. If we get off well, we ought to be there in time for tea."
"Easily," said Jonah. "It's only a hundred and twenty miles."
I shrugged my shoulders and resumed a surreptitious search for the chocolates.
"I expect we shall strike some snow," I said.
"Snow?" cried Jill.
"Rather," said Berry. "And avalanches. The cars will be roped together. Then, if one falls, it'll take the other with it. Will somebody pass me the grape-tongs? I've found a walnut."
"Why on earth," said Daphne, "don't they bring some candles? Falcon!"