"A charming young lady--a real little woman--a daughter in whom you will have nothing but contentment." "She seems to me very gentille," said the father.

"She's really pretty." "She's perfect.

She has no faults." "She never had any as a child, and I'm glad you have given her none." "We love her too much," said the spectacled sister with dignity.
"And as for faults, how can we give what we have not?
Le couvent n'est pas comme le monde, monsieur.

She's our daughter, as you may say.

We've had her since she was so small." "Of all those we shall lose this year she's the one we shall miss most," the younger woman murmured deferentially.
"Ah, yes, we shall talk long of her," said the other.