What keeps him going is the reaction he gets from the people he helps, the sweet, old babusyas he delivers medication to, the kids in the children’s ward, injured from shelling, whose eyes lit up when they saw the toys he brought them.
There is a fine line between being the perfect, considerate hostess and being mumsy – warning signs are making marmalade, bottling fruit, even baking cakes.
Sensible people, says Madam Gamidge, are astonished to see how people with a title forgets themselves, as if the man that got the money, that bought the title, was not a better man than they that have it for nothing; but everthing here in this world ungenerates.
