You may silence discontent, you may suppress spiteful innuendos and even sulky looks, you may put down mutiny, by sheer terror.

Can you?
You may command me to go with you whenever you go out; you may take the same means to make me complain of unkindness as to make them conceal it; you may act like one of our own people, if you can stoop to the level of their minds.

But we both know that you can do nothing of the kind.

How could you bear to be driven into unsparing and undeserved severity, who can hardly bring yourself to enforce the discipline necessary to peace and comfort on those who will only be ruled by fear and would like you better if they feared you more?
Did you hear the proverb Leenoo muttered, very unjustly, when she left your room yesterday, 'A favourite wears out many sandals'?
No! You see the very phrase wounds and disgusts you.

But you would find it a true one.