No visitor ever finds disappointment in a pilgrimage to St.Hospital: the inmates take care of that.
The trustees, or governing body, are careful too.

A few years ago, finding that his old lodgings in the quadrangle were too narrow for the Master's comfort, they erected a fine new house for him, just without the precincts.

But though separated from the Hospital by a roadway, this new house comes into the picture from many points of view, and therefore not only did the architect receive instructions to harmonise it with the ancient buildings, but where he left off the trustees succeeded, planting wistarias, tall roses and selected ivies to run up the coigns and mullions.

Nay, it is told that to encourage the growth of moss they washed over a portion of the walls (the servants' quarters) with a weak solution of farmyard manure.
These conscientious pains have their reward, for to-day, at a little distance, the Master's house appears no less ancient than the rest of the mediaeval pile with which it composes so admirably.
With the Master himself we have made acquaintance.

In the words of an American magazine, "the principal of this old-time foundation, Master E.J.Wriothesley (pronounced 'Wrottesley') Blanchminster, may be allowed to fill the bill.