"Wait!" she called to her driver, and from the shadow of her silken parasol she studied the young man's absorbed and motionless figure.

He on his part perceived only a handsomely dressed woman looking out over the crowd.
The carriage interested him more than the woman.

It was a magnificent vehicle, the finest he had ever seen, and he wondered how it happened to be there on the mountain top.
A small man with a large head stepped from the crowd and greeted the woman with a military salute.

In answer to a question, the small man turned and glanced toward Mose.

The woman bowed and drove on, and Mose walked slowly up the street, lonely and irresolute.