Well，oneSeptember，asItoldyou，youngArthurcomestoDoncaster，havingdecidedallofasudden，inhishare—brainedway，thathewouldgototheraces。Hedidnotreachthetowntilltowardthecloseofevening，andhewentatoncetoseeabouthisdinnerandbedattheprincipalhotel。Dinnertheywerereadyenoughtogivehim，butasforabed，theylaughedwhenhementionedit。Intherace—weekatDoncasteritisnouncommonthingforvisitorswhohavenotbespokenapartmentstopassthenightintheircarriagesattheinndoors。Asforthelowersortofstrangers，Imyselfhaveoftenseenthem，atthatfulltime，sleepingoutonthedoorstepsforwantofacoveredplacetocreepunder。Richashewas，Arthur’schanceofgettinganight’slodging（seeingthathehadnotwrittenbeforehandtosecureone）
wasmorethandoubtful。Hetriedthesecondhotel，andthethirdhotel，andtwooftheinferiorinnsafterthat，andwasmeteverywherewiththesameformofanswer。Noaccommodationforthenightofanysortwasleft。AllthebrightgoldensovereignsinhispocketwouldnotbuyhimabedatDoncasterintherace—week。
ToayoungfellowofArthur’stemperament，thenoveltyofbeingturnedawayintothestreetlikeapennilessvagabond，ateveryhousewhereheaskedforalodging，presenteditselfinthelightofanewandhighlyamusingpieceofexperience。Hewentonwithhiscarpet—baginhishand，applyingforabedateveryplaceofentertainmentfortravelersthathecouldfindinDoncaster，untilhewanderedintotheoutskirtsofthetown。
Bythistimethelastglimmeroftwilighthadfadedout，themoonwasrisingdimlyinamist，thewindwasgettingcold，thecloudsweregatheringheavily，andtherewaseveryprospectthatitwassoongoingtorain！
ThelookofthenighthadratheraloweringeffectonyoungHolliday’sspirits。Hebegantocontemplatethehouselesssituationinwhichhewasplacedfromtheseriousratherthanthehumorouspointofview，andhelookedabouthimforanotherpublichousetoinquireatwithsomethingverylikedownrightanxietyinhismindonthesubjectofalodgingforthenight。