She is all one, and all consummately interesting!" "What does she do--what does she say, that is so remarkable ?" Rowland had asked.
"Say?
Sometimes nothing--sometimes everything.

She is never the same.
Sometimes she walks in and takes her place without a word, without a smile, gravely, stiffly, as if it were an awful bore.

She hardly looks at me, and she walks away without even glancing at my work.

On other days she laughs and chatters and asks endless questions, and pours out the most irresistible nonsense.

She is a creature of moods; you can't count upon her; she keeps observation on the stretch.