She was quite aware of her own limitations, and her own forces and advantages.

She knew she was beautiful and charming; she knew she was kind and generous and extremely "cute," as her old father said.

She knew that literature and art did not interest her one atom in themselves, that most music bored her, and that she had a rather imperfect memory; but during her brief visits to England, when she was making up her mind that this country would be the field for her next exertions, she had decided that to be beautiful and charming was not just enough; there were numbers of other Americans who were both, and they were all one as successful and sought after as the other.

She must be something beyond this--a real Queen.

To beauty and wealth and charm she must add culture as well.