The new friends he made were not celebrities.

They were of a cheaper, a slightly more sensual and cruder, grade.

He could not possibly take the pleasure in this company that he had in that of those fine frequenters of the Chicago resort.

He was left to brood.
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.