Hmm? said Walter Mitty.He looked at his wife,in the seat beside him, with shocked astonishment.She seemed grossly unfamiliar. like a strange woman who had yelled at him in crowd. You were up fifty-five, she said. You know I don't like to go more than forty.You were up to fifty-five. Walter Mitty drove on toward Waterbury in silence, the roaring of the SN202 through the worst storm in twenty years of Navy flying in the remote, intimate airways of his mind. You're tensed up again, said Mrs.Mitty It's one of your days. I wish you'd led Dr.Renshaw look you over.