Then she was an admirable judge of character.

Her mind was a perfect laboratory of tests and reagents; every syllable you put into breath went into her intellectual eudiometer, and all your thoughts were recorded on litmus-paper.

I think there has rarely been a more admirable woman.
Of course, Miss Iris was immensely and passionately attached to her .-- Well,--these are two highly oxygenated adverbs, -- grateful,--suppose we say,--yes,--grateful, dutiful, obedient to her wishes for the most part,--perhaps not quite up to the concert pitch of such a perfect orchestra of the virtues.
We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much.

People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than is good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies.

But we don't always care most for those flat-pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.
This immaculate woman,--why could n't she have a fault or two?
Is n't there any old whisper which will tarnish that wearisome aureole of saintly perfection?
Does n't she carry a lump of opium in her pocket?
Is n't her cologne-bottle replenished oftener than its legitimate use would require?
It would be such a comfort! Not for the world would a young creature like Iris have let such words escape her, or such thoughts pass through her mind.