You are right, she extinguishes the others.

She used to be the sprightliest of living creatures, and to judge by her letters, that has not faded.

She 's in the market, General.' Lord Larrian nodded to everything he heard, concluding with a mock doleful shake of the head.

'My poorest subaltern!' he sighed, in the theatrical but cordially melancholy style of green age viewing Cytherea's market.
His poorest subaltern was richer than he in the wherewithal to bid for such prizes.
'What is her name in addition to Merion ?' 'Diana Antonia Merion.

Tony to me, Diana to the world.' 'She lives over there ?' 'In England, or anywhere; wherever she is taken in.