The dog, by this point somewhat accustomed to the guest's presence, didn't react to his farewell in any way – the young man didn't seem worthy of the dog's attention.
- Well, good luck, - the herbalist shakes the outstretched hand.
After resting and having lunch, his mood improved, and his legs apparently resigned themselves to their unenviable fate, so he decides to continue his mountain walk around the area – this time to the neighboring house of Lucon.