He stood stock-still beneath the lamppost. He felt as though a mob of Urquharts and Jasons had burst into the inmost sanctuary of his feelings⁠—of his inarticulate physical feelings⁠—and were jeering at them. He felt as though he had been stripped naked⁠—as though he had become a laughingstock to the human race. These were just the things⁠—these physical feelings⁠—that in his pride he had hidden from everyone. And now they were held up to derision, and he himself with them! He walked slowly across the road and then stopped and looked about him.