E. F. Benson,
A Comedy of Styles
(1914)
“ THE blaze of the January sun was pouring down on to the huge rink at Frédon, hot and invigorating, and yet by that inimitable conjuring trick which the sun so deftly performs all day in the high thin air of Alpine eyries, not melting one fragment of the ice, nor making the surface of it even soft. ”
E. F. Benson,
A Comedy of Styles
(1914)
“ A further thrill awaited Frédon, ten days later, when their engagement was made known. As for them, they had a great deal to say to each other on other subjects; but one sunny day, as they sat on the edge of the rink, in the lunch interval, the question which had really been a good deal in their minds found utterance. Agnes broached it. "There's another thing we must talk about," she began. "I know," he interrupted. "Skating, you mean. It's quite ridiculous to go on as we are. You see, I had to take to English skating when I saw you do it. I couldn't help myself. ”
E. F. Benson,
A Comedy of Styles
(1914)
“ Like a solid floor of grey mottled marble, this platform of cloud-land, as seen from above, stretched right across to the slopes on the far side of the valley, a floor level and motionless, fitted in with the cunning of some neat-jointed puzzle to the promontories and bays of the opposite. ”
