She seemed to float altogether upon and among the pleasantnesses of life; pain, either endured or inflicted, was to her an impossibility.
Thus her character struck me on this first meeting, and thus, after many years, it strikes me still.

I look back upon what she appeared that evening--lovely, gay, attractive--in the zenith of her rich maturity.

What her old age was the world knows, or thinks it knows.
But Heaven may be more merciful--I cannot tell.

Whatever is now said of her, I can only say, "Poor Lady Caroline!" It must have indicated a grain of pure gold at the bottom of the gold-seeming dross, that, from the first moment she saw him, she liked John Halifax.
They talked a long time.

She drew him out, as a well-bred woman always can draw out a young man of sense.