As they rose, the landscape widened by leaps and bounds. From one side, then from the other, they gazed over a growing expanse. The Lake of Thun lay far beneath. The Lake of Brienz had shrunk to a puddle of greenish water. There was an overmastering sense of loftiness, as they looked into sheer depths, across valleys, over precipitous walls of rock falling from the very verge of the line on which they travelled. Moat of the travellers took the journey composedly. It was the correct thing to do; everybody did it; and nobody expected to be the worse. To Phyllys the outlook was too wonderful to whisper of fear. But she became aware that the lady on her other side was growing nervous, and that Mrs. Keith trembled like a leaf. Three or four tunnels had to be gone through, and the breaking out from each into a broader world was grand. Ascent by rail has an unromantic sound; yet no man, climbing slowly on foot or on mule-back, gains these marvellous upward leaps. The nervous lady fidgeted anew. "Well, one comfort is," she remarked, "if anything 'did' go wrong, it wouldn't be a case of getting mangled only. It would be—the end!" "My dear, don't talk nonsense. Nothing is going wrong," a man's voice made reply. Mrs. Keith clutched the window, and Phyllys slipped a hand through her arm. "It's all right," the girl said cheerily. "Nothing to be afraid of. These trains go all through the summer." She met the haggard eyes, with a look in them which she would not easily forget. A look of shrinking dread. "But—if it 'did'—" she heard. They stopped at a small station, and Mrs. Keith started up. Phyllys caught her hand. "This isn't the top yet." "Sit down, Mrs. Keith. A little longer. We are two-thirds up," added Mrs. Forsyth. But she dragged her hand from Phyllys, and pushed her way out. "I must—I can't stand this any longer," she panted. "It—terrifies me! I can't stand it!" Remonstrances were useless. She stood on the platform, her face a mottled pallor. "I can't—I tell you, I can't—I won't!" she declared. "I haven't the nerve for it. No use asking me. I'll never again get into a funicular train after to-day. You are all to go on without me, and you can take me up as you come back. I shall be all right till then. No, I won't have any of you. I won't allow it." So imperious was her manner, that resistance was impossible. Mr. Forsyth had sprung out, but she almost pushed him back, with insistence, in the face of his polite desire to stay. He had to yield, and she was left standing on the platform. Since she refused their help, all they could do was to put aside the thought of her, and to enjoy the views. Another tunnel was gone through; and as they emerged, the Jungfrau burst upon them in dazzling radiance.