 Which doesn't describe Mrs. Deshazaway?
You've got winds in your brain, Lanfierre, breezes of fatigue, zephyrs of irrationality—" At that moment, all at once, every last window in the house slammed shut. The house could have been preparing to take off and sail down the.... It expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. Or, as Fownes hoped it might appear, the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. My dear Mrs. Deshazaway. My very dear Mrs. Deshazaway. How about a simple, Dear Mrs. Deshazaway . "Men are too perishable," Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner.
 she doesn't believe in love
 she cares about Humphrey  she was enthusiastic and passionate  she cares about what her neighbors think  she doesn't believe in love