She bristled with aigrettes and sparkled with diamonds and determination.

She was marvellously garrulous about nothing in particular.

She was a woman who never stopped talking for a single moment, but in a way that resembled leaking rather than laying down the law.

Tepidly, indifferently and rather amusingly she prattled on without ceasing, on every subject under the sun, and was socially a valuable help because where she was there was never an awkward pause--or any other kind.
Vincy was there and young Cricker, whose occasional depressed silences were alternated with what he called a certain amount of sparkling chaff.
Lady Everard told Edith that she felt quite like a sort of mother to Aylmer.
'Don't you think it's sad, Mrs Ottley,' she said, when they were alone, 'to think that the dear fellow has no wife to look after this dear little house?
It always seems to me such a pity, but still, I always say, at any rate Aylmer's married once, and that's more than most of them do nowadays.

It's simply horse's work to get them to do it at all.
Sometimes I think it's perfectly disgraceful.