She was inconsolable.

"What will Lord Hercules do when he finds I am gone ?" she asked of her nurse.
The nurse endeavouring to soothe her, said, "Perhaps his lordship would know nothing about the circumstance." "He will," said Miss Ethel--"he'll read it in the newspaper." My Lord Hercules, it is to be hoped, strangled this infant passion in the cradle; having long since married Isabella, only daughter of ------ Grains, Esq., of Drayton Windsor, a partner in the great brewery of Foker and Co.
When Ethel was thirteen years old, she had grown to be such a tall girl, that she overtopped her companions by a head or more, and morally perhaps, also, felt herself too tall for their society.

"Fancy myself," she thought, "dressing a doll like Lily Putland or wearing a pinafore like Lucy Tucker!" She did not care for their sports.

She could not walk with them: it seemed as if every one stared; nor dance with them at the academy, nor attend the Cours de Litterature Universelle et de Science Comprehensive of the professor then the mode--the smallest girls took her up in the class.

She was bewildered by the multitude of things they bade her learn.