The worst mischief that she could work was ascribed to her "exuberant vitality." She had that ready familiarity of manner which is (in _her_ class) so rarely discovered to be insolence in disguise.

Her power of easy self-assertion found people ready to accept her on her own terms wherever she went.

She was one of those big, overpowering women, with blunt manners, voluble tongues, and goggle eyes, who carry everything before them.

The highest society modestly considered itself in danger of being dull in the absence of Mrs.
Drumblade.

Even Hardyman himself--who saw as little of her as possible, whose frankly straightforward nature recoiled by instinct from contact with his sister--could think of no fitter person to make Miss Pink's reception agreeable to her, while he was devoting his own attentions to her niece.