The bay window of his "Dental Parlors" was for him a point of vantage from which he watched the world go past.
On Sundays, however, all was changed.

As he stood in the bay window, after finishing his beer, wiping his lips, and looking out into the street, McTeague was conscious of the difference.

Nearly all the stores were closed.

No wagons passed.

A few people hurried up and down the sidewalks, dressed in cheap Sunday finery.