But you can try, and of course it will be best to try." Therefore Tracy tried; but he did not succeed.

He was refused admission with a good deal of promptness, and was advised to go back home, where he belonged, not come here taking honest men's bread out of their mouths.
Tracy began to realize that the situation was desperate, and the thought made him cold to the marrow.

He said to himself, "So there is an aristocracy of position here, and an aristocracy of prosperity, and apparently there is also an aristocracy of the ins as opposed to the outs, and I am with the outs.

So the ranks grow daily, here.

Plainly there are all kinds of castes here and only one that I belong to, the outcasts." But he couldn't even smile at his small joke, although he was obliged to confess that he had a rather good opinion of it.