She has looked at everything, but then she looks through her own pretty glasses which show her everything as she would wish it, and which are to be obtained of dealers in illusions.
Though over sixty-eight years old she is as straight as a poplar, and has never been ill.

She is vivacious, and active to excess, and can only keep still when asleep, or when playing her favorite game of piquet.

She has her four meals a day, eats like a vintager, and takes her wine neat.
She professes an undisguised contempt for the silly women of our century who live for a week on a partridge, and inundate with water grand sentiments which they entangle in long phrases.

She has always been, and still is, very positive, and her word is prompt and easily understood.
She never shrinks from using the most appropriate word to express her meaning.

So much the worse, if some delicate ears object! She heartily detests hypocrisy.
She believes in God, but she believes also in M.de Voltaire, so that her devotion is, to say the least, problematical.