Then he left, saying he would send an expressman for the things he had packed.
Broodingly Lane plodded down the street.

He had feared that sooner or later he would be forced to leave home, and he had shrunk from the ordeal.

But now, that it was over, he felt a kind of relief, and told himself that it was of no consequence what happened to him.

All that mattered was for him to achieve the few tasks he had set himself.
Then he thought of Mel Iden.

She had been driven from home and would know what it meant to him.