Her attainments were limited, her intellect noways above mediocrity.

She had a fine voice, and could sing like a nightingale, and accompany herself sufficiently well on the piano; but these were her only accomplishments.

There was a look of guile and subtlety in her face, a sound of it in her voice.

She seemed afraid of me, and would start if I suddenly approached her.

In her behaviour she was respectful and complaisant, even to servility: she attempted to flatter and fawn upon me at first, but I soon checked that.