After that I began to live, as one lives; and for forty-nine weeks.

I know it was forty-nine, because I got fifty-two atmospheres in all; Callan's and Churchill's, and those forty-nine and the last one that finished the job and the year of it.

It was amusing work in its way; people mostly preferred to have their atmospheres taken at their country houses--it showed that they had them, I suppose.

Thus I spent a couple of days out of every week in agreeable resorts, and people were very nice to me--it was part of the game.
So I had a pretty good time for a year and enjoyed it, probably because I had had a pretty bad one for several years.

I filled in the rest of my weeks by helping Fox and collaborating with Mr.Churchill and adoring Mrs.Hartly at odd moments.