Utter whiteness had overspread his blooming face, and the blood had left even his lips.

None of his companions approached him, for each felt that what was passing in his soul at this moment would brook no careless intrusion.

No one spoke a word; they all looked at him.
He soon observed this, and tried to collect himself, and then he said in a low tone while he held out his hands to Anana and another friend: "Am I then so bad that I must be driven out from among you all like this--that such a blow must be inflicted on my father ?" "You refused Ameni your hand!" answered Anana.

"Go to him, offer him your hand, beg him to be less severe, and perhaps he will let you remain." Rameri answered only "No." But that "No" was so decided that all who knew him understood that it was final.
Before the sun set he had left the school.

Ameni gave him his blessing; he told him that if he himself ever had to command he would understand his severity, and allowed the other scholars to accompany him as far as the Nile.