My first feeling about her is very much what yours was.

Personally, there seems to be all the stuff in her of which an actress is made; will she some day stumble upon the discovery of how to bring her own individual flame and force to bear upon her art?
I should think it not unlikely, and, altogether, I feel as though I should take a more hopeful view of her intellectually than you do.

You see, my dear Eustace, you men never realise how clever we women are, how fast we learn, and how quickly we catch up hints from all quarters under heaven and improve upon them.

An actress so young and so sympathetic as Isabel Bretherton must still be very much of an unknown quantity dramatically.

I know you think that the want of training is fatal, and that popularity will stereotype her faults.