"Well, young man, and what have you done with my wife?"

"Left her in a church, sir."

"Ah! She will do that! Has she run you off your legs? No? Then let's
walk and talk a little."

To be thus pacing up and down and talking with her husband seemed quite
natural, did not even interfere with those new sensations, did not in
the least increase his shame for having them. He only wondered a little
how she could have married him--but so little! Quite far and academic
was his wonder--like his wonder in old days how his sister could care to
play with dolls. If he had any other feeling, it was just a longing to
get away and go down the hill again to the church. It seemed cold and
lonely after all that long day with her--as if he had left himself up
there, walking along hour after hour, or lying out in the sun beside
her. What was old Stormer talking about? The difference between the
Greek and Roman views of honour. Always in the past--seemed to think the
present was bad form. And he said:

"We met some English Grundys, sir, on the mountain."

"Ah, yes! Any particular brand?"

"Some advanced, and some not; but all the same, I think, really."

"I see. Grundys, I think you said?"

"Yes, sir, from this hotel. It was Mrs. Stormer's name for them. They
were so very superior."