She was only twelve years old at the time, and the catastrophe had had such an effect upon her nerves that ever afterwards she collapsed at the least sign of anger, and often fell a weeping for no appreciable cause.

Since the death of her parents, who had loved her dearly, Henrietta had been obliged to live at her grandfather's house, where nobody loved anybody.
But no, I am mistaken.

She had a brother, Koloman by name, who was a somewhat simple but thoroughly good-natured youth.

He used to appear very rarely among his relations because they always fell foul of him.
The poor fellow's sole fault was that he was in the habit of regularly selling his new clothes.

Still, I am doubtful, after all, whether this can fairly be imputed to him as a fault at all, for although it was always being dinned into his ears that his family was immensely rich, he was never blessed with a penny to spend in amusing himself with his comrades, and therefore had to do the best he could to raise the wind.
Another failing of Koloman's was that he would not learn Latin, and in consequence thereof he had to suffer many things.