When the conductor came through he handed out his ticket mechanically, without looking at him.

He stared out of the window at the swift-passing, shadowy trees, at the green-and-red signal-lights, and the bright glare from the lights of the stations through which they passed.

Once they passed by a large factory on fire, surrounded by a shouting mob of men, and engines.
Even that did not arrest his attention, although it caused quite a commotion in the car.

He sat huddled up in a heap, staring out with blank eyes, all his consciousness fixed upon his own affairs.

He felt as if he had made an awful leap from boyhood to manhood in a minute.
He was full of indignation, of horror, of shame.