Her voice is low and rapid, without emphasis or variety of modulation.

Except one brilliant smile, she was grave--indeed, she was speaking of grave matters, and many of her friends are in adversity.

But you could not help seeing (both Robert and I saw it) that in all she said, even in her kindness and pity, there was an under-current of scorn.

A scorn of pleasing she evidently had; there never could have been a colour of coquetry in that woman.

Her very freedom from affectation and consciousness had a touch of disdain.