Time would hang heavy on the hands of pretty grass widows whose husbands toiled in the plains or were on leave in England and so they would head for Mussoorie for clandestine trysts with other singletons. Discreet dalliances would follow... the ladies would dangle their lily white hands outside their dandi (palanquins) and their young besotted swains would hold them discreetly as they swayed down the mall. The affair would continue in hotel rooms let out for the purpose, related Hugh Gantzer. One hotel employed a half blind waiter who would ring a bell at 2 a.m. to break up furtive romps (it was appropriately enough called the Separation Bell). By the time chhota hazri was served at 6 a.m. (tea, two biscuits and a banana), guests would be primly sleeping in their own rooms! Of course, most "natives" were not aware of the shenanigans of their white masters who, apart from playing the field, went to the cinema, skated at the ice rink and lived in luxurious classy hotels like the Savoy. At places like Breezy Corner, young bucks of the empire would hang around to gape at peaches and cream complexioned English lasses and some furious flirting would follow.