She painted not at all.

Why should anyone draw or paint indifferently, she asked, when Providence has furnished the world with so many great painters in the past and present?
She could not understand Mary's ardent desire to do the thing herself,--to be able with her own pencil and her own brush to reproduce the lakes and valleys, the wild brown hills she loved so passionately.
Lesbia did not care two straws for the lovely lake district amidst which she had been reared,--every pike and force, every beck and gill whereof was distinctly dear to her younger sister.

She thought it a very hard thing to have spent so much of her life at Fellside, a trial that would have hardly been endurable if it were not for grandmother.

Grandmother and Lesbia adored each other.

Lesbia was the one person for whom Lady Maulevrier's stateliness was subjugated by perfect love.