He had heard John with one ear and now he heard with the other.

His right eye opened slowly and then the left.

The blood became more active in his brain and in a minute or two he was awake all over.
"Telling the morning air that you're coming out into it, eh Castel ?" he said as he put one foot on the floor.

"You're a poet, I see.

You don't look it, but being French, as you Lorrainers are, it makes you fond of poetry." "I do believe you have it right, Jacques," said John, "but if I can get my breakfast now I mean to go upon the road at once." "Oh, you can get it, Castel.