She was like a fine flower, already past its bloom and without fragrance, though the petals were still unwithered.

Moreover, she would have been unattractive to men also from the lack of just what Kitty had too much of--of the suppressed fire of vitality, and the consciousness of her own attractiveness.

She always seemed absorbed in work about which there could be no doubt, and so it seemed she could not take interest in anything outside it.