" Such as Lizzie was, Miss Macnulty was willing to put up with her and accept her bread. The people whom she had known had been either worthless, — as had been her own father, or cruel, — like Lady Linlithgow, or false, — as was Lady Eustace. Miss Macnulty knew that worthlessness, cruelty, and falseness had to be endured by such as she. And she could bear them without caring much about them; — not condemning them, even within her own heart, very heavily. But she was strangely deficient in this, — that she could not call these qualities by other names, even to the owners of them. She was unable to pretend to believe Lizzie’s rhapsodies. "

― Anthony Trollope , Complete Works of Anthony Trollope