“And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink
and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents.” 

Oh, how comforting it is to read about innocent children just eating and running about. Collin's quick recovery shows the importance of having happy, healthy children around.

However, the blatant racism against the Indian servants is impossible to ignore. I wonder about the extent to which the "product of its time" excuse can be considered valid.