The daughter had been allowed to take her rank with an English title.

She was now Miss Melmotte on all occasions.
Marie Melmotte had been accurately described by Felix Carbury to his mother.

She was not beautiful, she was not clever, and she was not a saint.

But then neither was she plain, nor stupid, nor, especially, a sinner.

She was a little thing, hardly over twenty years of age, very unlike her father or mother, having no trace of the Jewess in her countenance, who seemed to be overwhelmed by the sense of her own position.