She has a handsome profile and a captivating manner, two dangerous things in woman; but therewith she has an occasionally malicious expression of eye and mouth, that somewhat impairs the effect of the captivation.
Her daughter is like her in profile, but has not her fascination of manner.

She is, however, beautiful as a statue, with chiselled features and marble complexion.

But she does not at present appear to have character enough to possess the clever malice of her mother.

This may possibly come with suitors and rivals, who generally draw out all the evil, and sometimes much of the good, of woman's nature.
She is now simpering and blushing and saying pretty nothings between Rowland Prothero and a certain Sir Hugh Pryse, who, on their respective parts, think her a goose, being attracted elsewhere.

Sir Hugh is exerting his lungs to their utmost, and much beyond the boundaries that etiquette would vainly try to impose upon them, in endeavouring to attract the attention of Miss Gwynne; whilst Rowland is, as we before said, discussing the death of Mr Jenkins and the prospects of his son.
Perhaps the most uncomfortable person at the table is Netta, who really does not quite understand how to behave herself in the new atmosphere in which she finds herself.