The thing he had not quite grasped yet, I thought, was that as the master of such a fine and notable place, he wasn’t meant to be impressed with them himself, and of course he was. As he pointed out this frieze or that memorial urn, I could hear a sense of wonder in his voice, as if in showing Daisy, he was showing himself as well. Maybe he hadn’t allowed himself to think that it was real until she was here to admire it.
