Yes, this was what Lady Blowboys would never know: I had been a late bloomer indeed, as girls go—but I was not really a girl. For fifteen years, ever since my parents had brought me to Troveroy Park at the age of three, I had been passed off as a girl, because Lady Julia insisted that she could not endure a boy. I could not now remember my parents; they had been so eager to have me bear the Troveroy name and be raised to a station above their own, by their exalted Aunt Julia and (as they thought) by her husband Sir Arthur, that they had gladly acceded to her demand for a girl, though the girl be a boy.