The posture would have been the most natural in the world on a warm day.

On that day it caught Claude's attention; and--was he mistaken, or were the hands that, under cover of Grio's cloak, rested on the wall busy about something?
In any case he must make up his mind whether he moved or stayed.

For Grio was coming on again.

Claude hesitated a moment.

Then he determined to stay.