One used to buck at mess of the good time one would have, the comfort of one's club and one's rooms, and the rest of it.

It isn't comfortable in India, is it?
Not compared with England.

Your furniture, your house, and all that sort of thing.

You live as if you were a lodger, don't you know, and it didn't matter for a little while whether you were comfortable or not.

The little while slips on and on, and suddenly you find you have been in the country twenty or thirty years, and you have never taken the trouble to be comfortable.