If only she could have discovered some remedy! But sentiment, attempted tyranny, anger, contempt, at all these things they laughed.

She could not touch them anywhere.

And she saw Jeremy as a real child of Evil in the very baldest sense.

She could not imagine how anyone so young could be so cruel, so heartless, so maliciously clever in his elaborate machinations.

She regarded him with real horror, and on the occasions when she found him acting kindly towards his sisters or a servant, or when she watched him discoursing solemnly to Hamlet, she was helplessly puzzled, and decided that these better manifestations were simply masks to hide his devilish young heart.