She had a very high colour, very red cheeks, a large mouth, big white teeth, a broad nose, and bright, small, black eyes.

Her hair also was black and bright, but very crisp, and strong, and was combed close round her face in small crisp black ringlets.

Since she had been brought out into the fashionable world some one of her instructors in fashion had given her to understand that curls were not the thing.

"They'll always pass muster," Miss Dunstable had replied, "when they are done up with bank-notes." It may therefore be presumed that Miss Dunstable had a will of her own.
"Frank," said the countess, in the most natural and unpremeditated way, as soon as she caught her nephew's eye, "come here.

I want to introduce you to Miss Dunstable." The introduction was then made.
"Mrs Proudie, would you excuse me?
I must positively go and say a few words to Mrs Barlow, or the poor woman will feel herself huffed;" and, so saying, she moved off, leaving the coast clear for Master Frank.
He of course slipped into his aunt's place, and expressed a hope that Miss Dunstable was not fatigued by her journey.
"Fatigued!" said she, in a voice rather loud, but very good-humoured, and not altogether unpleasing; "I am not to be fatigued by such a thing as that.