But of what she had to give over and above her heart and intellect she never thought at all.

Of personal beauty she had very little appreciation even in others.

The form and face of Lady Eustace, which indeed were very lovely, were distasteful to her; whereas she delighted to look upon the broad, plain, colourless countenance of Lydia Fawn, who was endeared to her by frank good humour and an unselfish disposition.

In regard to men she had never asked herself the question whether this man was handsome or that man ugly.

Of Frank Greystock she knew that his face was full of quick intellect; and of Lord Fawn she knew that he bore no outward index of mind.