She was now seen by many young men who had not been near her before. Not one, however, started with rapturous wonder on beholding her, no whisper of eager inquiry ran round the room, nor was she once called a divinity by anybody…She was looked at, however, and with some admiration; for, in her own hearing, two gentlemen pronounced her to be a pretty girl. Such words had their due effect; she immediately thought the evening pleasanter than she had found it before — her humble vanity was contented — she felt more obliged to the two young men for this simple praise than a true–quality heroine would have been for fifteen sonnets in celebration of her charms, and went to her chair in good humour with everybody, and perfectly satisfied with her share of public attention. (Chapter 2)

I am very pleased with Catherine; she is quite charming and unaffected, and expects nothing and apparently unlike some heroines, she is pleased with the attention she receives—I think the innate desire to not crave attention is one well worthy of a true heroine. Although Catherine is not called a divinity, I believe a particularly fine eyed heroine in a much discussed scene in a certain recent adaptation of a well-loved novel did not escape this fate. :D