With the decease of her husband the family tenacity, the family matter-of-factness, had gone sterile within her.

A great talker, when allowed, she would converse without the faintest animation for hours together, relating, with epic monotony, the innumerable occasions on which Fortune had misused her; nor did she ever perceive that her hearers sympathized with Fortune, for her heart was kind.
Having sat, poor soul, long by the bedside of Small (a man of poor constitution), she had acquired, the habit, and there were countless subsequent occasions when she had sat immense periods of time to amuse sick people, children, and other helpless persons, and she could never divest herself of the feeling that the world was the most ungrateful place anybody could live in.

Sunday after Sunday she sat at the feet of that extremely witty preacher, the Rev.Thomas Scoles, who exercised a great influence over her; but she succeeded in convincing everybody that even this was a misfortune.

She had passed into a proverb in the family, and when anybody was observed to be peculiarly distressing, he was known as a regular 'Juley.' The habit of her mind would have killed anybody but a Forsyte at forty; but she was seventy-two, and had never looked better.

And one felt that there were capacities for enjoyment about her which might yet come out.