But, as he grew, he discovered that this hatred was well-founded.

Miss Wilberforce had not a happy way with children; she was nervous when she should have been bold, and secret when she should have been honesty itself.

When Ernest Henry was the merest atom in a cradle, he discovered that she was afraid of him; he hated the shiny stuff of her dress.

She wore a gold chain that--when you pulled it--snapped and hit your fingers.

There were sharp pins at the back of her dress.