She has temperament and so on, but she's unsteady, and regarded by her neighbours not quite as one that belongs.

Bah, the conceit of every race! They are all the same.

The English are the worst--as though the good God was English.

But the child--so beautiful, you say, and yet more like the father than the mother.

He is not handsome, that Jean Jacques, but I can understand that the little one should be like him and yet beautiful too.