that success at school is a matter of life and death with her?'

'Do you not think it might have been worth your while to work as hard as
Miss Palliser, for the mere honour and glory of being first in your
school?'

'Did you ever work for mere honour and glory, papa?' asked Urania, with
her unpleasant little air of cynicism.

'Well, my love, I confess there has been generally a promise of solid
pudding in the background. Pray, who is this Miss Palliser, whom I hear
of at every turn, and whom nobody seems to like?'

'There you are mistaken, papa. Miss Palliser has her worshippers, though
she is the most disagreeable girl in the school. That silly little Bessie
raves about her, and has actually induced Mrs. Wendover to invite her to
The Knoll!'

'That is a pity, if the girl is ill-bred and unpleasant,' said Dr.
Rylance.

'She's a horror,' exclaimed Urania, vindictively.

Five minutes later Dr. Rylance and his daughter made their entrance into
the ball-room, which was full of people, and whence came the opening
crash of an eight-handed 'Zampa.' Father and daughter went in softly, and
with a hushed air, as if they had been going into church; yet the firing
of a cannon or two more or less would hardly have disturbed the
performers at the two pianos, so tremendous was their own uproar. They
were taking the overture in what they called orchestral time; though it