There were one or two exceptions to this; she could think for instance of no group that would contain her aunt Lydia.

There were other people who were, relatively speaking, original--original, as one might say, by courtesy such as Mr.Goodwood, as her cousin Ralph, as Henrietta Stackpole, as Lord Warburton, as Madame Merle.

But in essentials, when one came to look at them, these individuals belonged to types already present to her mind.

Her mind contained no class offering a natural place to Mr.Osmond--he was a specimen apart.

It was not that she recognised all these truths at the hour, but they were falling into order before her.