I said I would, and went to him in the parlor after dinner.
The first thing that happened was that he asked me to tell him as plainly as I could anything that had happened to me--in my soul, I mean--since I had left Cambridge.

So I tried to describe it.
"I said that at first things went pretty well in my soul, and that it was only bodily things that troubled me--getting fearfully tired and stiff, being uncomfortable, the food, the sleeping, and so on.

Then, as soon as this wore off I met the Major and Gertie.

I was rather afraid of saying all that I felt about these; but he made me, and I told him how extraordinarily I seemed to hate them sometimes, how I felt almost sick now and then when the Major talked to me and told me stories....

The thing that seemed to torment me most during this time was the contrast between Cambridge and Merefield and the people there, and the company of this pair; and the only relief was that I knew I _could_, as a matter of fact, chuck them whenever I wanted and go home again.