Hand me the "Landed Gentry." Now, let me see.
There, Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St.Mary's Church, doesn't he?
Well, out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths, and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----' 'Yes; I have seen his monument there,' shouted Stephen.

'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be.' 'There is none, possibly, to your knowledge.

But look at this, my dear sir,' said the vicar, striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis.
'Here are you, Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith, living in London, but springing from Caxbury.

Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.

You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And, Mr.Smith, I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood, sir; and, upon my life, a very desirable colour, as the world goes.' 'I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality,' said the younger man, sadly no less than modestly.
'Nonsense! that will come with time.