French she read passably; German she had talked so much of studying that it was her belief she had acquired it; Greek and Latin were beyond her scope, but from modern essayists who wrote in the flamboyant style she had gathered enough knowledge of these literatures to be able to discourse of them with a very fluent inaccuracy.

With all schools of painting she was, of course, quite familiar; the great masters--vulgarly so known--interested her but moderately, and to praise them was, in her eyes, to incur a suspicion of philistinism.
From her preceptors in this sphere, she had learnt certain names, old and new, which stood for more exquisite virtues, and the frequent mention of them with a happy vagueness made her conversation very impressive to the generality of people.

The same in music.

It goes without saying that Madeline was an indifferentist in politics and on social questions; at the introduction of such topics, she smiled.
Zillah's position was one of more difficulty.

With nothing of her sisters' superficial cleverness, with a mind that worked slowly, and a memory irretentive, she had a genuine desire to instruct herself, and that in a solid way.