‘Did I hurry? I think it was you others who crawled. That music irritated my nerves a little. It is full of studied effects; the organist has trained himself to play upon the emotions of his audience, now soaring to the seraph choir, now going down to the depths of Pandemonium. The thunderstorm and the organ together would have been too much for anybody. Oh, pray don’t go indoors yet,’ he exclaimed, as they were all three moving towards the entrance of the hotel. ‘Let us go for a walk on the bridge. Don’t you know that after the organ the great feature of Fribourg is the bridge?’ ‘If we are to be on our way to Interlaken to-morrow, we had better see all we can to-night,’ said the practical Edgar. They went on the bridge; Gerald still walking ahead, and keeping in some wise aloof from them. Daphne had not spoken since they left the cathedral. ‘Had the music an unpleasant effect upon you too, dear, that you are so silent?’ Madoline asked, as they two walked side by side. ‘It was only too beautiful,’ answered Daphne. ‘And you are glad we came here.’ ‘No. Yes. I would rather have been half-way up Mont Blanc.’ ‘Poor child! But that is a pleasure in reserve for another holiday. I know Edgar will take you wherever you like to go.’ ‘Do you think so? What a dance I shall lead him!’ cried Daphne with a mocking laugh. ‘I shall not be content with Mont Blanc or the Matterhorn. I shall insist upon seeing all the extinct volcanoes, the wonderful fiery mountains that have burned themselves out. Cotopaxi is about the mildest hill he will be invited to climb.’ Mr. Turchill had dropped into the background, and was quietly enjoying his cigar, unaware of the pleasures in store for him. Gerald walked ever so far ahead, cigarless, a gloomy figure. ‘I’m afraid either the thunder or the organ has given Gerald one of his nervous headaches,’ said Lina anxiously. The moon showed herself fitfully athwart hurrying clouds, now lighting up hills and watch-towers, river and rugged ravine, with a wild Salvator-Rosa-esque effect, now hidden altogether, and leaving all in gloom. Midway upon the bridge Madoline and Daphne stopped, and stood looking down into the hollow below, where the quiet sleeping town was dimly visible, with its quaint street lamps, and rare gleams of light from narrow casements, and stony ways shining after the rain. Here, when they had stood for some minutes, Edgar joined them, having finished his cigar, and he and Madoline began to talk about the place; he questioning, she expounding its features. While they two were talking, Gerald came slowly back, and stood by Daphne’s side, a few paces apart from the others. She said never a word. They stood side by side for some minutes like statues. She was wondering if he could hear the passionate throbbing of her heart, which would not be stilled.