Slowly, exceedingly slowly, his desire to greet, conciliate, and make at home these people who visited the Warren Street place passed from him.  More and more slowly the significance of the realm he had left began to be clear.  It did not seem so wonderful to be in it when he was in it.  It had seemed very easy for any one to get up there and have ample raiment and money to spend, but now that he was out of it, how far off it became.  He began to see as one sees a city with a wall about it.  Men were posted at the gates.  You could not get in.  Those inside did not care to come out to see who you were.  They were so merry inside there that all those outside were forgotten, and he was on the outside.

Each day he could read in the evening papers of the doings within this walled city.  In the notices of passengers for Europe he read the names of eminent frequenters of his old resort.  In the theatrical column appeared, from time to time, announcements of the latest successes of men he had known.  He knew that they were at their old gayeties.  Pullmans were hauling them to and fro about the land, papers were greeting them with interesting mentions, the elegant lobbies of hotels and the glow of polished dining-rooms were keeping them close within the walled city.  Men whom he had known, men whom he had tipped glasses with—­rich men, and he was forgotten!  Who was Mr. Wheeler?  What was the Warren Street resort?  Bah!

If one thinks that such thoughts do not come to so common a type of mind—­that such feelings require a higher mental development-I would urge for their consideration the fact that it is the higher mental development that does away with such thoughts.  It is the higher mental development which induces philosophy and that fortitude which refuses to dwell upon such things—­refuses to be made to suffer by their consideration.  The common type of mind is exceedingly keen on all matters which relate to its physical welfare—­exceedingly keen.  It is the unintellectual miser who sweats blood at the loss of a hundred dollars.  It is the Epictetus who smiles when the last vestige of physical welfare is removed.

The time came, in the third year, when this thinking began to produce results in the Warren Street place.  The tide of patronage dropped a little below what it had been at its best since he had been there.  This irritated and worried him.

There came a night when he confessed to Carrie that the business was not doing as well this month as it had the month before.  This was in lieu of certain suggestions she had made concerning little things she wanted to buy.  She had not failed to notice that he did not seem to consult her about buying clothes for himself.  For the first time, it struck her as a ruse, or that he said it so that she would not think of asking for things.  Her reply was mild enough, but her thoughts were rebellious.  He was not looking after her at all.  She was depending for her enjoyment upon the Vances.