On 2 November 1899, about eighty people gathered in the Church of Our Lady, Grove End Road, the small Catholic church in St John’s Wood, that respectable suburb of North London. They had come to pay their final respects to Florence Marryat (b. 1833), novelist, journalist, spiritualist, actress, lecturer, singer, teacher, who had, as The Era noted, ‘in the course of a busy career … produced something like seventy novels and works of travel’ and in doing so had ‘obtained a very wide popularity’. Amongst those paying their respects were Marryat’s children and grandchildren, her old servant, Selina Nicholls, and a small collection of celebrities: the actor and satirist, George Grossmith, the novelist Annie Thomas, the playwright Arthur à Beckett, and members of the D’Oyly Carte opera company, with whom Marryat had once performed. The tributes were led by The Times, who recalled Marryat’s ‘dual capacity’ as novelist and actress, her ‘dramatic instinct’, and her hallowed status as a daughter of the much-loved novelist Captain Frederick Marryat R. N ‘from whom it may be presumed that she inherited her literary talents’. But The Times also expressed the thoughts of many when it suggested that if Marryat were remembered at all (which seemed unlikely) it would be solely for her ‘great industry’, which characterized her whole life, rather than for her literary endeavours. Whilst it was true that Marryat’s novels – apparently produced ‘without any great effort on her part’ – had enjoyed ‘a great deal of popularity’ in their time, the novelist herself had always recognized their ephemerality, being fully conscious that she lacked her father’s claims to permanent greatness. She would not expect or want anything more.