There's one of them (a cousin of some sort, I think, of the Foreign Secretary) who is a Lord of much of Scotland, about as tall as Ben Nevis is high--a giant of a man.
One of his sons was killed early in the war and one was missing--whether dead or not he did not know.

Mrs.Page expressed her hope one day to the old man that he had had news from his missing son.

"No, no," said he simply, "and me lady is awearying." We've been lucky, Mr.President, in these days of immortal horrors and of difficulties between two governments that did not know one another--uncommonly lucky, in the large chances that politics gives for grave errors, to have had two such men in the Foreign Office here as Lord Grey and Mr.Balfour.There are men who were mentioned for this post that would have driven us mad--or to war with them.

I'm afraid I've almost outgrown my living hero worship.
There isn't worshipful material enough lying around in the world to keep a vigorous reverence in practice.

But these two gentlemen by birth and culture have at least sometimes seemed of heroic size to me.