Titania

As it is impossible to believe that this huge mountain can produce such an effect, at the expiration of a few minutes we become dupes of illusion, and the most grave thinker is ready to swear that there is in those shades, under some fantastic thicket, a solitary— a supernatural being—a sort of fairy—a Titania, who amuses herself by delicately parodying the music of mortals, and throwing down the half of a mountain every time she hears the report of a gun.

For all this Magical Mansion were vain With all its dominions so fair; Its splendor and riches no happiness gain Without a Titania to share!

"Take breath," said Teresa, unable to help laughing. "Why, kitten, you're as good as a fairy-tale." "Inspired by Titania herself." said a gallant voice at her elbow; and Kate disappeared with a sly grimace, as Russell Wayne shook hands with Miss Amesford. "You never saw a dusky queen of the fairies, did you? A species of Brownie would be more like me, Mr. Wayne; you must wait until Alma comes home for a Titania."

But something is awry; the fairy-stories, the mythologies, are mixed up. Tom is less a masculine Pygmalion caressing his dream-statue into flesh than a feminine Galatea waking to see her lover's face blotting out the sun; less an Oberon than a Titania, falling in love with “the first person he had seen on waking from his drugged sleep”.