It was deemed that everything was safely German, and John could travel at ease almost like an inhabitant of the land.
Salzburg looked familiar to him.

There had been much to photograph it upon his mind.

He remembered the uneasy night he and his uncle had passed there before his flight with Lannes, which had taken him into such a train of vast events.

It had been only seven or eight months before but it seemed many times as long.

He had felt himself a boy in Vienna, he felt himself a man now.