"A very great many kinds. I remember the gentians, and the forget-me-nots; but the profusion is wonderful, and exceedingly rich. They grow just at the edge of the snow, some of them. Then we will linger a while at Zermatt and Chamounix, and a mountain pension here and there, and so slowly work our way over into Italy. It will be too late for Rome; but we will go, if you like it, to Venice; and then, as the heats grow greater, get back into the Tyrol."
"O, Mrs. Barclay had beautiful views from the Tyrol; a few, but very beautiful."
"How do you like my programme?"
"You have not mentioned glaciers."
"Are you' interested in glaciers?"
"Very much."
"You shall see as much of them as you can see safely from terra firma."
"Are they so dangerous?"
"Sometimes."
"But you have crossed them, have you not?"