She's quite by herself.

When one sees her one feels her to be the real thing." Mrs.Brook, without harshness, wondered.

"What do you mean by the real thing ?" Even Nanda, however, had to think a moment.
"Well, the real young one.

That's what Lord Petherton calls her," she mildly joked--"'the young 'un'" Her mother's echo was not for the joke, but for something else.

"I know what you mean.