From the moment when I confessed my decision to stay we gave no further thought to the rightfulness or wisdom of spending the next few hours together. We thought only of those hours. Things lent themselves to us. We stood up and walked out in front of the hotel and there to a stake at the edge of the water was a little leaky punt, the one on the Engstlen See. We would take food with us as we and row out there to where the vast cliffs came sheer from the water, out of earshot or interference and talk for all the time we had. And I remember now how Mary stood and called to Miss Satchel's window to tell her of this intention, and how I discovered again that slender grace I knew so well.  
You know the very rowing out from the shore had in it something sweet and incredible. It was as if we were but dreaming together and might at any moment again, miles and a thousand things apart. I rowed slowly with those clumsy Swiss that one must thrust forward, breaking the smooth crystal of the lake, and she sat sideways looking forward, saying very little and with much the same sense I think of and unreality. And I saw now for the first time as I watched her over my oars that her face was changed; she was graver and, I thought, stronger than the Mary I had known.
 
Even now I can still doubt if that boat and lake were real. And yet I remember even minute and details of the day's impressions with an extraordinary and exquisite vividness. Perhaps it is that very distinctness which distinguishes these events from the common experiences of life and puts them so above the quality of things that are ordinarily real.
 
We rowed slowly past a great headland and into the bay at the upper end of the water. We had not realized at first that we could row beyond the range of the hotel windows. The rock that comes out of the lake is a clear dead white when it is dry, and very faintly , but when it is wetted it lights warmly with flashes and of color, and is seen to be full of the most exquisite and delicate . It splinters and goes up in cliffs, very high and sculptured, with a quality almost of , that at a certain level suddenly become more rude and massive and begin to overhang. Under the cliffs the water is very deep and blue-green, and runs here and there into narrow . This place where we landed was a kind of beach left by the recession of the ice, all the rocks immediately about us were ice-worn, and the place was paved with ice-worn . Two huge put their foreheads together above us and hid the from us, but one could feel the near presence of ice in the air. Out between them boiled a little , and spread into a hundred intercommunicating channels amidst the great . And those pebbles were covered by a network of marvellously gnarled and twisted stems bearing little leaves and blossoms, a network at once very ancient and very fresh, giving a gentleness and richness to the severity that had and them. It was that any plant could find among those stones. The great headland, with patches of yellowish old snow still lingering here and there upon its upper masses, had crept insensibly between us and the remote hotel and now hid it altogether. There wa............