She is young and giddy, but as true as steel.

Come with me to her; my carriage is ready." The footman were surprised at seeing their master on such terms of intimacy with the shabbily dressed young man, but ventured, of course, on no remarks.
Not a word was exchanged during the brief drive to Madame de Bois Arden's house.
"Wait for me," exclaimed De Breulh, springing from the vehicle as soon as it drew up; "I will be back directly." Madame de Bois Arden is justly called one of the handsomest women in Paris.

Very fair, with masses of black hair, and a complexion to which art has united itself to the gifts of nature, she is a woman who has been everywhere, knows everything, talks incessantly, and generally very well.

She spends forty thousand francs per annum on dress.

She is always committing all sorts of imprudent acts, and scandal is ever busy with her name.