On he trudged steadily, for the most part by muddy ways, now through a pleasant village, now in rural solitude.

He had had the precaution, at breakfast time, to store some pieces of bread in his pocket, and after two or three hours this resource was welcome.

Happily the air and exercise helped him to get rid of his headache.

A burst of sunshine in the afternoon would have made him reasonably cheerful, but for the wretched meditations surviving from yesterday.
He pondered frequently on his spasmodic debauch, repeating, as well as memory permitted, all his absurdities of speech and action.

Defiant self-justification was now far to seek.