four
o’clock in the afternoon
`` One might search in vain for a more beautiful invention . '' Ten hours later , a post-chaise bore in the direction of Engadine Mlle. Antoinette Moriaz , her father , her _ demoiselle de compagnie _ , and her _ femme de chambre _ . They breakfasted tolerably well in a village situated in the lower portion of a notch , called Tiefenkasten , which means , literally , _ deep chest _ , and certainly a deeper never has been seen . After breakfast they pursued their way farther , and towards four o'clock in the afternoon they reached the entrance of the savage defile of Bergunerstein , which deserves to be compared with that of Via Mala . The road lies between a wall of rocks and a precipice of nearly two hundred metres , at the bottom of which rush the swift waters of the Albula . This wild scenery deeply moved Mlle. Moriaz ; she never had seen anything like it at Cormeilles or anywhere about Paris . She alighted , and , moving towards the parapet , leaned over it , contemplating at her ease the depths below , which the foaming torrent beneath filled with its roars .