Of course, if you merely travel about from inn to inn, and
neither have a moor of your own nor stay with any great friend, you don't
quite enjoy the cream of it; but to go to Scotland in August and stay
there, perhaps, till the end of September, is about the most certain step
you can take towards autumnal fashion. Switzerland and the Tyrol, and even
Italy, are all redolent of Mr. Cook, and in those beautiful lands you
become subject at least to suspicion.
By no person was the duty of adhering to the best side of society more
clearly appreciated than by Mr. and Mrs. Hittaway of Warwick Square. Mr.
Hittaway was Chairman of the Board of Civil Appeals, and was a man who
quite understood that there are chairmen and--chairmen. He could name to
you three or four men holding responsible permanent official positions,
quite as good as that he filled in regard to salary--which, as he often
said of his own, was a mere nothing, just a poor two thousand pounds a
year, not as much as a grocer would make in a decent business--but they
were simply head clerks and nothing more. Nobody knew anything of them.
They had no names. You did not meet them anywhere.
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