assumed　daughter　of　the　brigand　but　the　real　daughter　of　an
  intimate　friend。
  Looking　from　the　window　again；　in　the　vain　hope　of　distinguishing
  the　driver；　I　found　my　eyes　were　growing　accustomed　to　the
  darkness。　　I　could　see　the　distant　horizon；　defined　by　India…inky
  woods；　relieving　a　lighter　sky。　　A　few　stars　widely　spaced　in　this
  picture　glimmered　sadly。　　I　noticed　again　the　infinite　depth　of
  patient　sorrow　in　their　serene　faces；　and　I　hope　that　the　vandal
  who　first　applied　the　flippant　〃twinkle〃　to　them　may　not　be　driven
  melancholy…mad　by　their　reproachful　eyes。　　I　noticed　again　the
  mystic　charm　of　space　that　imparts　a　sense　of　individual　solitude
  to　each　integer　of　the　densest　constellation；　involving　the
  smallest　star　with　immeasurable　loneliness。　　Something　of　this　calm
  and　solitude　crept　over　me；　and　I　dozed　in　my　gloomy　cavern。　　When
  I　awoke　the　full　moon　was　rising。　　Seen　from　my　window；　it　had　an
  indescribably　unreal　and　theatrical　effect。　　It　was　the　full　moon
  of　NORMAthat　remarkable　celestial　phenomenon　which　rises　so
  palpably　to　a　hushed　audience　and　a　sublime　andante　chorus；　until
  the　CASTA　DIVA　is　sungthe　〃inconstant　moon〃　that　then　and
  thereafter　remains　fixed　in　the　heavens　as　though　it　were　a　part　of
  the　solar　system　inaugurated　by　Joshua。　　Again　the　white…robed
  Druids　filed　past　me；　again　I　saw　that　improbable　mistletoe　cut
  from　that　impossible　oak；　and　again　cold　chills　ran　down　my　back
  with　the　first　strain　of　the　recitative。　　The　thumping　springs
  essayed　to　beat　time；　and　the　private…box…like　obscurity　of　the
  vehicle　lent　a　cheap　enchantment　to　the　view。　　But　it　was　a　vast
  improvement　upon　my　past　experience；　and　I　hugged　the　fond
  delusion。
  My　fears　for　the　driver　were　dissipated　with　the　rising　moon。　　A
  familiar　sound　had　assured　me　of　his　presence　in　the　full
  possession　of　at　least　one　of　his　most　important　functions。
  Frequent　and　full　expectoration　convinced　me　that　his　lips　were　as
  yet　not　sealed　by　the　gag　of　highwaymen；　and　soothed　my　anxious
  ear。　　With　this　load　lifted　from　my　mind；　and　assisted　by　the　mild
  presence　of　Diana；　who　left；　as　when　she　visited　Endymion；　much　of
  her　splendor　outside　my　cavernI　looked　around　the　empty　vehicle。
  On　the　forward　seat　lay　a　woman's　hairpin。　　I　picked　it　up　with　an
  interest　that；　however；　soon　abated。　　There　was　no　scent　of　the
  roses　to　cling　to　it　still；　not　even　of　hair　oil。　　No　bend　or　twist
  in　its　rigid　angles　betrayed　any　trait　of　its　wearer's　character。
  I　tried　to　think　that　it　might　have　been　〃Mariar's。〃　　I　tried　to
  imagine　that；　confining　the　symmetrical　curls　of　that　girl；　it
  might　have　heard　the　soft　compliments　whispered　in　her　ears　which
  provoked　the　wrath　of　the　aged　female。　　But　in　vain。　　It　was
  reticent　and　unswerving　in　its　upright　fidelity；　and　at　last
  slipped　listlessly　through　my　fingers。
  I　had　dozed　repeatedlywaked　on　the　threshold　of　oblivion　by
  contact　with　some　of　the　angles　of　the　coach；　and　feeling　that　I
  was　unconsciously　assuming；　in　imitation　of　a　humble　insect　of　my
  childish　recollection；　that　spherical　shape　which　could　best　resist
  those　impressions；　when　I　perceived　that　the　moon；　riding　high　in
  the　heavens；　had　begun　to　separate　the　formless　masses　of　the
  shadowy　landscape。　　Trees　isolated；　in　clumps　and　assemblages；
  changed　places　before　my　window。　　The　sharp　outlines　of　the　distant
  hills　came　back；　as　in　daylight；　but　little　softened　in　the　dry；
  cold；　dewless　air　of　a　California　summer　night。　　I　was　wondering
  how　late　it　was；　and　thinking　that　if　the　horses　of　the　night
  traveled　as　slowly　as　the　team　before　us；　Faustus　might　have　been
  spared　his　agonizing　prayer；　when　a　sudden　spasm　of　activity
  attacked　my　driver。　　A　succession　of　whip…snappings；　like　a　pack　of
  Chinese　crackers；　broke　from　the　box　before　me。　　The　stage　leaped
  forward；　and　when　I　could　pick　myself　from　under　the　seat；　a　long
  white　building　had　in　some　mysterious　way　rolled　before　my　window。
  It　must　be　Slumgullion！　　As　I　descended　from　the　stage　I　addressed
  the　driver：
  〃I　thought　you　changed　horses　on　the　road？〃
  〃So　we　did。　　Two　hours　ago。〃
  〃That's　odd。　　I　didn't　notice　it。〃
  〃Must　have　been　asleep；　sir。　　Hope　you　had　a　pleasant　nap。　　Bully
  place　for　a　nice　quiet　snoozeempty　stage；　sir！〃