"Where are your public men, where are your men and women of intellect?" she enquired of Ralph,standing in the middle of Trafalgar Square as if she had supposed this to be a place where she would naturally meet a few. "That＇s one of them on the top of the column, you say—Lord Nelson. Was he a lord too? Wasn＇t he high enough, that they had to stick him a hundred feet in the air? That＇s the past—I don＇t care about the past; I want to see some of the leading minds of the present. I won＇t say of the future, because I don＇t believe much in your future." Poor Ralph had few leading minds among his acquaintance and rarely enjoyed the pleasure of buttonholing a celebrity; a state of things which appeared to Miss Stackpole to indicate a deplorable want of enterprise. "If I were on the other side I should call," she said, "and tell the gentleman, whoever he might be, that I had heard a great deal about him and had come to see for myself.But I gather from what you say that this is not the custom here. You seem to have plenty of meaningless customs, but none of those that would help along. We are in advance, certainly. I suppose I shall have to give up the social side altogether;" and Henrietta, though she went about with her guidebook and pencil and wrote a letter to the Interviewer about the Tower (in which she described the execution of Lady Jane Grey),had a sad sense of falling below her mission.