Here is part of an account of a former head master of a school called Cranleigh.
"He hated women who wore scent and would clap a handkerchief to his nose drenched in eucalyptus while he marched ahead leaving them to totter behind on their high heels as best they could, which was torture for mothers who had 'dressed to kill'."
It puts me in mind of one of the hazards of Guest Night at the High Table of Magdalen College in this University.
Guests are invited to get from High Table to Common Room by an open-air journey across the roof which includes walking across an area 'paved' with wooden slats.
I wonder how many women guests have gone over in the dark, perhaps dramatically breaking their Heels as they do so.
The wraith of Dr Routh ... not to mention the Bishop of Madaura ...