She knew
that men demand that women shall possess beauty, and she certainly had
never thought of herself as beautiful; but it did not occur to her that on
that account she was doomed to fail. She was too strong-hearted for any
such fear. She did not think much of these things, but felt herself to be
so far endowed as to be fit to be the wife of such a man as Frank
Greystock. She was a proud, stout, self-confident, but still modest little
woman, too fond of truth to tell lies of herself even to herself. She was
possessed of a great power of sympathy, genial, very social, greatly given
to the mirth of conversation--though in talking she would listen much and
say but little. She was keenly alive to humour, and had at her command a
great fund of laughter, which would illumine her whole face without
producing a sound from her mouth. She knew herself to be too good to be a
governess for life; and yet how could it be otherwise with her?
Lady Linlithgow's visit to her niece had been made on a Thursday, and on
that same evening Frank Greystock had asked his question in the House of
Commons--or rather had made his speech about the Sawab of Mygawb.
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