He had sent his soul on before, and he meant that his body should catch up with it.
Johanna, Annette and the master, Gratz himself, were in the kitchen.

He ate a good breakfast with Jacques, paid Gratz for food and lodging, and putting his blankets and knapsack upon his back, took once more to the road.

Jacques repeated his good advice to be polite to men to whom it paid to be polite, and Annette, standing by the side of the stalwart hostler, waved him farewell.
The slush, frozen the night before, had not yet melted, and John walked rapidly along the broad firm highway, elated and bold.

Julie had called to him.

He would not reason with himself, and ask how or why it had been done, but he felt it.