“What is it? are you tired?” asked Paul, noting her pallor.
“No! it’s so really high; we’re so high I don’t feel easy—it’s not natural; it takes my breath away.”
“Oh, then you feel the effect of the thin air; open your mouth wide and get the air on both sides of your ear-drums. The pressure will then be even; you’ll feel better.” Adele did so and felt more at ease.
“How resourceful you are, Paul—so practical; that pressure was becoming too much for me—I felt faint.” Then after looking around for some time and observing other things, she remarked with considerable energy, yet serious:
“These pinnacle views are too much!”
“What is it now?” asked Paul.
“Why—look before you—those are mountains beneath us, yet they look flat.”
“Yes, they do.”
“They are neither picturesque nor artistic, when you look down upon them.”
“Then don’t look at them, my dear! Look at me.”