She danced exceptionally well, drew cleverly but hastily, and had a startling facility with words, which she used only in love-letters.
But all criticism of ROSALIND ends in her beauty.

There was that shade of glorious yellow hair, the desire to imitate which supports the dye industry.

There was the eternal kissable mouth, small, slightly sensual, and utterly disturbing.

There were gray eyes and an unimpeachable skin with two spots of vanishing color.

She was slender and athletic, without underdevelopment, and it was a delight to watch her move about a room, walk along a street, swing a golf club, or turn a "cartwheel." A last qualification--her vivid, instant personality escaped that conscious, theatrical quality that AMORY had found in ISABELLE.
MONSIGNOR DARCY would have been quite up a tree whether to call her a personality or a personage.