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"Finished fourth." Luscomberose. "Got to see about my room."
　　He walked across the lounge to the reception desk.As he went he noted the tables and their occupants. Astonishing number of people havingtea here. Quite like old days. Tea as a meal had rather gone out of fashion since the war.But evidently not at Bertram's. Who were all these people? TwoCanons and the Dean of Chislehampton. Yes, and another pair of gaitered legs over in thecorner, a Bishop, no less! Mere Vicars were scarce. "Have tobe at least a Canon to afford Bertram's," he thought. The rank and file of the clergy certainly couldn't, poor devils. As far as that went, he wondered how on earth people like oldSelina Hazy could. She'd only got twopence or so a year tobless herself with. And there was old Lady Berry, and Mrs. Posselthwaite from Somerset,and Sybil Kerr – all poor as church mice.