Of his other goods and chattels he took a few special favourites.

His Homer--Julius's collar--a cricket cap--a pocket compass which Percy had given him, and an envelope which Raby had once directed to him for her uncle.

His money--his last quarter's salary--he took too, and his old stick which he had cut in the lanes near Ash Cottage.
That was all.

Then quietly descending the deserted stairs, and looking neither to the right hand nor the left, he crossed the hall and opened the front door.
A pang shot through him as he did so.

Was he never to see Percy again, or _her_?
What would they think of him?
The thought maddened him; and as he stood in the street he seemed to hear their voices, too, in the awful clamour, and rushed blindly forth, anywhere, to escape it..