Such a
gown upon a lovely woman is man's proof that woman is indeed the thing
which so often he believes her--that she is more goddess than earthly
being; for man knows well that he himself is earthly, and that a costume
made from such dream stuffs and placed on him, would not last out the
hour. He has but to look up at the stars to realize the infinity of
space, and, similarly, but to look at her in her evening gown to realize
the divinity of woman.
And that is where she has him. For it isn't so!
At last came the train--just the dingy train to stop at such a station.
I boarded it, found a seat, and continued to dream dreams as we rattled
on toward Washington.
Even when I found myself walking through that great terminal by which
all railroads enter the capital, I hardly believed that I was there, nor
did I feel entirely myself until I had reached my room in the New
Willard.
Having started my bath, I went and knocked upon the door of the near-by
room where the clerk had told me I should find my fellow traveler.
"Oh," he said, without enthusiasm as he discovered me. "You're here, are
you?"
He looked imposing and severe in his evening dress. I felt
correspondingly dirty and humble.
"Yes," I replied meekly. "Any news?"
"None," he replied. "I've reserved a table at Harvey's.
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