Lane had a moment of blank despair, a feeling of utter, sick, dazed wonder at life and human nature.

Then he lifted his head and went on.
Lane's first impulse was to ask Colonel Pepper if he could share his lodgings, but upon reflection he decided otherwise.

He engaged a small room in a boarding house; his meals, which did not seem of much importance, he could get anywhere.
This change of residence brought Lane downtown, and naturally increased his activities.

He did not husband his strength as before, nor have the leisure for bad spells.

Home had been a place of rest.