Yet he had heard her spoken of as a human glacier for freezing social climbers and pushers of every sort. She was huge and slow; she could be frightfully cold and crushing. Now he understood what congelation the trembling approachers to her majesty must have suffered. He was afraid to think what she would do to the Thropps.
Cast in the finest mould of earthly loveliness radiant in all the charms of youth, of innocence, and of integrity she was the loved of all approachers the idol of all observers the appropriator of all affections. A little more ethereal, she would have been a goddess a little less celestial, she would have been a more ordinary woman than she was.