I was of no account in the world, he had his say among the Olympians.

And I talked recklessly, like any little school-master, and he swallowed it.
We reached the broad market-place of a little, red and grey, home county town; a place of but one street dominated by a great inn-signboard a-top of an enormous white post.

The effigy of So-and-So of gracious memory swung lazily, creaking, overhead.
"This is Etchingham," Churchill said.
It was a pleasant commentary on the course of time, this entry into the home of my ancestors.

I had been without the pale for so long, that I had never seen the haunt of ancient peace.

They had done very little, the Grangers of Etchingham--never anything but live at Etchingham and quarrel at Etchingham and die at Etchingham and be the monstrous important Grangers of Etchingham.