Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

I promised to do all he told me. I promised to work hard and
willingly. "I will be your faithful steward," I said; "I trust at your
coming the account will be ready. Monsieur, monsieur, you are
_too_ good!"

In such inadequate language my feelings struggled for expression: they
could not get it; speech, brittle and unmalleable, and cold as ice,
dissolved or shivered in the effort. He watched me, still; he gently
raised his hand to stroke my hair; it touched my lips in passing; I
pressed it close, I paid it tribute. He was my king; royal for me had
been that hand's bounty; to offer homage was both a joy and a duty.