He understood that he had lowered himself in the eyes of all these people.

As he walked he thought of what he had come to: a sharper had publicly abused him in disgraceful terms, while he, the son of a well-known merchant, had not been able to repay him for his mocking.
"It serves me right!" thought Foma, sadly and bitterly.

"That serves me right! Don't lose your head, understand.

And then again, I wanted it myself.

I interfered with everybody, so now, take your share!" These thoughts made him feel painfully sorry for himself.