She looks like a beautiful animal that you are afraid to caress for fear it should bite you;--an animal that would be beautiful if its eyes were not so restless, and its teeth so sharp and so white." "How very odd." "Why odd, Mr.Greystock ?" "Because I feel exactly in the same way about her.

I am not in the least afraid that she'll bite me; and as for caressing the animal,--that kind of caressing which you mean,--it seems to me to be just what she's made for.

But, I do feel sometimes, that she is like a cat." "Something not quite so tame as a cat," said Lucy.
"Nevertheless she is very lovely,--and very clever.

Sometimes I think her the most beautiful woman I ever saw in the world." "Do you, indeed ?" "She will be immensely run after as Lady Fawn.

When she pleases she can make her own house quite charming.