In her whole person there was something both youthful and subdued, slender and yet ample, tranquil yet shy; a mixture of immaturity and repose, of innocence and dignity.

What had Tristram meant, Newman wondered, by calling her proud?
She was certainly not proud now, to him; or if she was, it was of no use, it was lost upon him; she must pile it up higher if she expected him to mind it.

She was a beautiful woman, and it was very easy to get on with her.

Was she a countess, a marquise, a kind of historical formation?
Newman, who had rarely heard these words used, had never been at pains to attach any particular image to them; but they occurred to him now and seemed charged with a sort of melodious meaning.
They signified something fair and softly bright, that had easy motions and spoke very agreeably.
"Have you many friends in Paris; do you go out ?" asked Madame de Cintre, who had at last thought of something to say.
"Do you mean do I dance, and all that ?" "Do you go dans le monde, as we say ?" "I have seen a good many people.

Mrs.Tristram has taken me about.