I knew my wife was an excellent talker, but on that particular evening I think she surpassed herself.

She had resolved to fascinate me, THAT I saw at once, and she spared no pains to succeed in her ambition.
Graceful sallies, witty bon-mots tipped with the pungent sparkle of satire, gay stories well and briskly told, all came easily from her lips, so that though I knew her so well, she almost surprised me by her variety and fluency.

Yet this gift of good conversation in a woman is apt to mislead the judgment of those who listen, for it is seldom the result of thought, and still more seldom is it a proof of intellectual capacity.

A woman talks as a brook babbles; pleasantly, but without depth.

Her information is generally of the most surface kind--she skims the cream off each item of news, and serves it up to you in her own fashion, caring little whether it be correct or the reverse.