Susan is remembering the look of horror on Lucy's face during her visit, when Susan mentioned keeping alcohol at home. "There's plenty in my Britain, too," she says. "Though I suppose some don't drink it. Children oughtn't. I shouldn't be surprised if many of the men who fought in the War developed a similar need for it as some of the people here." She glances up at Lancelot. "I suppose I happened up on Sagramore and Grantaire when they were in the middle of sorting out all the alcohol they could find and offered to help." A little wryly, "Who better than me?"