"She does not seem to me to have a cruel face, she only looks peculiar and mysterious, and--and--unsmiling.

Do you think she loves Tristram?
Perhaps that is the foreign way--to appear so cold." At that moment Sir James Danvers caught the glance which Zara gave her fiance for his toast.
"Je-hoshaphat!" he exclaimed! But he realized that Emily had not seen, so he stopped abruptly.
"Yes--one can never be sure of things with foreigners," he said, and he looked down at his plate.

That poor devil of a Tristram was going to have a thorny time in the future, he thought, and he was to be best man at the wedding; it would be like giving the old chap over to a tigress! But, by Jove!--such a beautiful one would be worth being eaten by--he added to himself.
And during one of Francis Markrute's turnings to his left-hand neighbor Lord Coltshurst said to Lady Ethelrida: "I think Tristram's choice peculiarly felicitous, Ethelrida, do not you?
But I fear her ladyship"-- and he glanced timidly at his wife--"will not take this view.

She has a most unreasonable dislike for young women with red hair.

'Ungovernable temperaments,' she affirms.