And Daniel saw
How all of the fair strangers followed soon—
All of them, as if they were a company.
They wouldn’t be, of course. And yet they smiled
In the same grave degree, as if some secret
Bound them.
And he thought the dapper one,
Who tapped the sanded floor and twirled his stick,
His curlicue of a cane—whatever it was—
Communicated thus to the gold woman