He looked blankly into her soft radiant eyes. Who was she?
She took him up the narrow stairs into a small room with bare white walls, a little cot, a bunch of Alpine roses on a table by the window.
“Will you try to sleep?”
“No! No!”
She led him to the balcony, a nest under the overhanging roof.
“Sit here; you will sleep.”
She put him in a reclining chair and left him.
The moon shone on his flushed face; the valley was filled with soft shadows; the mountain raised a luminous head. The air penetrated his agonized body. An hour passed; a white figure stood beside him.
“Come in! The night air in the mountains is too strong for strangers.”
He saw her through a mist, his eyes dim with overpowering sleep. He fell on the cot—she covered him with a warm blanket....