Was not he--among all other men the only one able to read the minds of all other men--a god?
Turning into Bruton Street, he paced its quiet length considering the possibilities that lay within him.
It was apparent that the gift would lead to countless embarrassments.
If it were once known that he possessed it, would not even his friends avoid him?
For how could any one, knowing his most secret thought was at the mercy of another, be happy in that other's presence?
His power would lead to his social ostracism.

Indeed, he could see that his gift might easily become a curse.

He decided not to act hastily, that for the present he had best give no hint to others of his unique power.
As the idea of possessing this power became more familiar, he regarded it with less aversion.

He began to consider to what advantage he could place it.

He could see that, given the right time and the right man, he might learn secrets leading to far-reaching results.