Yes, he came out with Davidson, to whom he volunteered the statement that it was only for a short time--a few days, no more.

He meant to go back to Samburan.
Davidson expressing his horror and incredulity of such foolishness, Heyst explained that when the company came into being he had his few belongings sent out from Europe.
To Davidson, as to any of us, the idea of Heyst, the wandering drifting, unattached Heyst, having any belongings of the sort that can furnish a house was startlingly novel.

It was grotesquely fantastic.

It was like a bird owning real property.
"Belongings?
Do you mean chairs and tables ?" Davidson asked with unconcealed astonishment.
Heyst did mean that.

"My poor father died in London.