He went out into the court.

He buttoned his jacket across his chest.

He went back to his rooms, and being the only man who walked at that moment back to his rooms, his footsteps rang out, his figure loomed large.

Back from the Chapel, back from the Hall, back from the Library, came the sound of his footsteps, as if the old stone echoed with magisterial authority: "The young man--the young man--the young man-back to his rooms.".