There was a distinct sense of enjoyment about him, especially when he spoke of many great deaths.

Here, too, he sniffed in a strange way, like a bloodhound at check, and looked puzzled.

He said no word in either praise or disparagement, but in the centre of the Grove, where, hidden amongst ancient oak stumps, was a block of granite slightly hollowed on the top, he bent low and placed his forehead on the ground.
This was the only place where he showed distinct reverence.

At the Castle, though he spoke of much death, he showed no sign of respect.
There was evidently something about Diana's Grove which both interested and baffled him.

Before leaving, he moved all over the place unsatisfied, and in one spot, close to the edge of the Brow, where there was a deep hollow, he appeared to be afraid.