She was a magnificent, regal-looking creature and was a superb beauty of the classic type, and yet with it she was dainty and winsome.

She had great talent for music.

This, it appeared, was shown by the breadth between the eyes and the timbre of her voice.
Overwhelmed with joy at the advent of such a paragon, and horrified at Edith's choice of a name, Bruce had replied at once by wire, impulsively: _'Certainly not Matilda I would rather she were called Aspasia.'_ Edith read this expression of feeling on a colourless telegraph form, and as she was, at Knightsbridge, unable to hear the ironical tone of the message she took it literally.
She criticised the name, but was easily persuaded by her mother-in-law to make no objection.

The elder Mrs Ottley pointed out that it might have been very much worse.
'But it's not a pretty name,' objected Edith.

'If it wasn't to be Matilda, I should rather have called her something out of Maeterlinck--Ygraine, or Ysolyn--something like that.' 'Yes, dear, Mygraine's a nice name, too,' said Mrs Ottley, in her humouring way, 'and so is Vaselyn.