Her shape was fine, her hair dark, her eyes good, and exceedingly active; she loved singing, but performed it as so great a lady should, very much out of tune.

She had a smattering of half-a-dozen modern languages, and, as I have said before, of many more sciences than I even knew the names of.
She piqued herself on knowing Greek and Latin; but the truth is, that Mr.Runt, used to supply her with the quotations which she introduced into her voluminous correspondence.

She had as much love of admiration, as strong, uneasy a vanity, and as little heart, as any woman I ever knew.

Otherwise, when her son, Lord Bullingdon, on account of his differences with me, ran--but that matter shall be told in its proper time.

Finally, my Lady Lyndon was about a year older than myself; though, of course, she would take her Bible oath that she was three years younger.
Few men are so honest as I am; for few will own to their real motives, and I don't care a button about confessing mine.