You're ever so much better than anyone has ever said. Why, in the name of common sense, has nobody ever said anything? You're everything in the world you ought to be, and not the shade of a shade of anything you oughtn't!"
It was a higher character to be turned out with than poor Chivers had ever dreamed. "Well, mum, I try!" he gaped.
"Oh, no, you don't—that's just your charm! I try," cried his friend, "but you do nothing: here you simply are—you can't help it!"
He stood overwhelmed. "Me, mum?"
She took him in at the eyes—she could take everything at once. "Yes, you too, you positive old picture! I've seen the old masters—but you're the old master!"
"The master—I?" He fairly fell back.
"'The good and faithful servant'—Rembrandt van Rhyn: with three stars. That's what you are!" Nothing would have been more droll to a spectator than her manner of meeting his humbleness, or more charming indeed than the practical sweetness of her want of imagination of it. "The house is a vision of beauty, and you're simply worthy of the house. I can't say more for you!"
"I find it a bit of a strain, mum," Chivers
