"All but the Scerscen."
"Then we go for the—whatever you call it."
"Oh, but Roman," I exclaimed, "the Scerscen is very difficult, and there is 3 feet of fresh snow on the mountains, and it is out of the question!"
"I don't believe any of these mountains are difficult," said Roman doggedly, with that contempt for all Engadine climbing shown by guides from the other side of Switzerland.
"Ask Wieland," I suggested.
Wieland smiled at the question, and said he did not at all mind going to look at the Scerscen, but, as to ascending it under the present conditions, of course it was absurd.
"Besides," he added, "we are much too late to go to the Marinelli Hut to-day."
"Why not do it from the Mortel Hut?" I remarked, on the "in for a penny in for a pound" principle.
He smiled again; indeed, I think he laughed, and agreed that, as anyhow we could not go up the Scerscen, we might as well sleep at the Mortel Hut as anywhere else.
"Have you ever been up it?" Roman inquired.