"Understand me, my dear madam, he IS an excellent master. All that can be acquired, he has acquired. All that can be imparted, he can impart. But there ARE things--" He took another pinch of snuff and made the bow again, as if to add, "This kind of thing, for instance."
I glanced towards the centre of the room, where Miss Jellyby's lover, now engaged with single pupils, was undergoing greater drudgery than ever.
"My amiable child," murmured Mr. Turveydrop, adjusting his cravat.
"Your son is indefatigable," said I.

"He is. All that can be imparted, he can impart. But there are things-" He took another pinch of snuff and bowed again.
I glanced towards the centre of the room, where Miss Jellyby's lover was undergoing his drudgery.
"Your son is indefatigable," said I.
