It was haughty, even repellent, but by no means in the mother's eyes repulsive.

Her voice came from her in well-balanced sentences, sounding as if they had been secretly constructed for extempore use, like the points of a parliamentary orator.

"Marriage has done everything for her!" said Lady Malice to herself with a dignified chuckle, and dismissed the last shadowy remnant of maternal regret for her part in the transaction of her marriage.
She never saw herself in the wrong, and never gave herself the least trouble to be in the right.

She was in good health, ate, and liked to eat; drank her glass of champagne, and would have drunk a second, but for her complexion, and that it sometimes made her feel ill, which was the only thing, after marrying Mr.Redmain, she ever felt degrading.

Of her own worth she had never had a doubt, and she had none yet: how was she to generate one, courted wherever she went, both for her own beauty and her husband's wealth?
To her father she was as stiff and proud as if she had been a maiden aunt, bent on destroying what expectations from her he might be cherishing.