I mean it." He kissed Helen and Barbara, and then held to his mother, not caring whether all the world was there to see.

The old life was going with him! He was not leaving it after all.

The town and the house, and all the things to which he had thought that he had said good-bye, were going with him.
Hamlet! He found the dog struggling to get into the cab.

That was more than he could stand.

He was not going to make a fool of himself, but the only way to be secure was to get into the cab and hide there.