And her twelfth year was almost entirely devoted to literary composition of a hopeless character, so far as publishers were concerned. It was only the success of "Woman as a Waste Force," in her fourteenth year, that induced them to compete for her early manuscripts and to give the world the celebrated compilations, "Ibsen for Infants," "Browning for Babies," "Carlyle for the Cradle," "Newman for the Nursery," "Leopardi for the Little Ones," and "The Schoolgirl's Schopenhauer," which, together with "Tracts for the Tots," make up the main productions of her First Period. After the loss of the French cavalry officer she remained _blasée_ till she was more than seven, when her second grand passion took her. It was a very grand passion indeed this time--and it lasted a full week. These things did not matter while Lillie had not yet arrived at years of indiscretion; but when she got into her teens, her father began to look about for a husband for her. He was a millionaire and had always kept her supplied with every luxury. But Lillie did not care for her father's selections, and sent them all away with fleas in their ears instead of kind words. And her father was as unhappy as his selections. In her sixteenth year her mother, who had been ailing for sixteen years, breathed her last, and Lillie more freely. She had grown quite to like Mrs. Dulcimer, and it prevented her having her own way. The situation was now very simple. Mr. Dulcimer managed his immense affairs and Lillie managed Mr. Dulcimer. He made one last effort to get her to manage another man. He discovered a young nobleman who seemed fond of her society and who was in the habit of meeting her accidentally at the Academy. The gunpowder being thus presumably laid, he set to work to strike the match. But the explosion was not such as he expected. Lillie told him that no man was further from her thoughts as a possible husband. "But, Lillie," pleaded the millionaire, "not one of the objections you have impressed upon me applies to Lord Silverdale. He is young, rich, handsome----" "Yes, yes, yes," answered Lillie, "I know." "He is rich and cannot be after your money." "True." "He has a title, which you consider an advantage." "I do." "He is a man of taste and culture." "He is." "Well, what is it you don't like? Doesn't he ride or dance well?" "He dances like an angel and rides like the devil." "Well, what in the name of angels or devils is your objection then?" "Father," said Lillie very solemnly, "he is all you claim, but----." The little delicate cheek flushed modestly. She could not say it. "But----" said the millionaire impatiently. Lillie hid her face in her hands. "But----" said the millionaire brutally. "But I love him!" "You what?" roared the millionaire.