In person she was considerably above the middle height, and so finely formed that one could not determine the exact character of her figure.

At one time it seemed all stateliness, at another time elegance personified, and flowing voluptuousness at another.

She was Juno, Psyche, Hebe, by turns, and for aught we know at will.
It must be confessed that a sort of halo of personal grandeur surrounds a great actress.

A scene is set; half a dozen nobodies are there lost in it, because they are and seem lumps of nothing.

The great artist steps upon that scene, and how she fills it in a moment! Mind and majesty wait upon her in the air; her person is lost in the greatness of her personal presence; she dilates with _thought,_ and a stupid giantess looks a dwarf beside her.
No wonder then that Mr.Vane felt overpowered by this torch in a closet.
To vary the metaphor, it seemed to him, as she swept up and down, as if the green-room was a shell, and this glorious creature must burst it and be free.