I doubled my pace, which was before tolerably quick, and soon saw a noble-looking edifice on my left, brilliantly lighted up.

"What a capital inn that would make," said I, looking at it wistfully, as I passed it.

Presently I found myself in the midst of a poor, dull, ill-lighted town.
"Where is the inn ?" said I to a man.
"The inn, sir; you have passed it.

The inn is yonder," he continued, pointing towards the noble-looking edifice.
"What, is that the inn ?" said I.
"Yes, sir, the railroad hotel--and a first-rate hotel it is." "And are there no other inns ?" "Yes, but they are all poor places.

No gent puts up at them--all the gents by the railroad put up at the railroad hotel." What was I to do?
after turning up my nose at the railroad, was I to put up at its hotel?
Surely to do so would be hardly acting with consistency.