He'd been sure Grundy was smuggling the stuff, and raking off from him.
Old Lady Grundy's watching you—and it's your turn in a second.
Mr. Grundy's account of this interview is inconsistent in itself.
He rubbed his hands while he asked the Dowager what Mrs. Grundy would say to such doings.
No, the Grundy "virtues" are fast disappearing, and piano legs are once more being worn in their natural nudity.
He's her cousin, after all, and Mrs. Grundy's dead—in the Euston Road, at all events.
Mr. Grundy, one of the committee, defended the resolution in a bold and manly speech.
Whoever has a wife and children has given hostages to Mrs. Grundy.
At the head of the table sat Jackson; at the foot, the young statesman and guest, Mr. Grundy.
But there were those photographs, and the world was full of Mrs. Grundy.