But I surprised people by speaking of him.  I made remarks to our landlady which caused her to throw up her hands and exclaim that I was astonishing.  She would always add a mysterious word or two in the hearing of my nursemaid or any friend of hers who looked into my room to see me.  After my father had got me forward with instructions on the piano, and exercises in early English history and the book of the Peerage, I became the wonder of the house.  I was put up on a stool to play ‘In my Cottage near a Wood,’ or ’Cherry Ripe,’ and then, to show the range of my accomplishments, I was asked, ‘And who married the Dowager Duchess of Dewlap?’ and I answered, ’John Gregg Wetherall, Esquire, and disgraced the family.’  Then they asked me how I accounted for her behaviour.

‘It was because the Duke married a dairymaid,’ I replied, always tossing up my chin at that.  My father had concocted the questions and prepared me for the responses, but the effect was striking, both upon his visitors and the landlady’s.  Gradually my ear grew accustomed to her invariable whisper on these occasions.  ‘Blood Rile,’ she said; and her friends all said ‘No!’ like the run of a finger down a fiddlestring.

A gentleman of his acquaintance called on him one evening to take him out for a walk.  My father happened to be playing with me when this gentleman entered our room:  and he jumped up from his hands and knees, and abused him for intruding on his privacy, but afterwards he introduced him to me as Shylock’s great-great-great-grandson, and said that Shylock was satisfied with a pound, and his descendant wanted two hundred pounds, or else all his body:  and this, he said, came of the emigration of the family from Venice to England.  My father only seemed angry, for he went off with Shylock’s very great grandson arm-in-arm, exclaiming, ’To the Rialto!’ When I told Mrs. Waddy about the visitor, she said, ’Oh, dear! oh, dear! then I’m afraid your sweet papa won’t return very soon, my pretty pet.’  We waited a number of days, until Mrs. Waddy received a letter from him.  She came full-dressed into my room, requesting me to give her twenty kisses for papa, and I looked on while she arranged her blue bonnet at the glass.  The bonnet would not fix in its place.  At last she sank down crying in a chair, and was all brown silk, and said that how to appear before a parcel of dreadful men, and perhaps a live duke into the bargain, was more than she knew, and more than could be expected of a lone widow woman.  ‘Not for worlds!’ she answered my petition to accompany her.  She would not, she said, have me go to my papa there for anything on earth; my papa would perish at the sight of me; I was not even to wish to go.  And then she exclaimed, ’Oh, the blessed child’s poor papa!’ and that people were cruel to him, and would never take into account his lovely temper, and that everybody was his enemy, when he ought to be sitting with the highest in the land.  I had realized the extremity