After he had watched a mile or so of the clear water running by before his eyes, seen a fish or two come to the surface with a gleam of silver, and sufficiently admired the long shadows of the trees falling half across the river from the opposite bank, with patches of moving sunlight in between, he strolled once more up the garden and through his house into the street, feeling cool and renovated.
The sound of his feet upon the causeway began the business of the day; for the village was still sound asleep.

The church tower looked very airy in the sunlight; a few birds that turned about it, seemed to swim in an atmosphere of more than usual rarity; and the Doctor, walking in long transparent shadows, filled his lungs amply, and proclaimed himself well contented with the morning.
On one of the posts before Tentaillon's carriage entry he espied a little dark figure perched in a meditative attitude, and immediately recognised Jean-Marie.
'Aha!' he said, stopping before him humorously, with a hand on either knee.

'So we rise early in the morning, do we?
It appears to me that we have all the vices of a philosopher.' The boy got to his feet and made a grave salutation.
'And how is our patient ?' asked Desprez.
It appeared the patient was about the same.
'And why do you rise early in the morning ?' he pursued.
Jean-Marie, after a long silence, professed that he hardly knew.
'You hardly know ?' repeated Desprez.

'We hardly know anything, my man, until we try to learn.

Interrogate your consciousness.