It was not to come until I had seen a new side of my host's character, and had found myself promoted to a place of my own in Mr.Farnaby's estimation.
As we rose from table one of the guests spoke to me of a visit that he had recently paid to the part of Buckinghamshire which I come from.

"I was shown a remarkably picturesque old house on the heath," he said.
"They told me it had been inhabited for centuries by the family of the Goldenhearts.

Are you in any way related to them ?" I answered that I was very nearly related, having been born in the house--and there, as I suppose, the matter ended.

Being the youngest man of the party, I waited, of course, until the rest of the gentlemen had passed out to the smoking-room.

Mr.Farnaby and I were left together.