I listened with open mouth to Aunt Theresa at this time, and often afterwards questioned her about my "ancestors," as I may almost call them.
Years later I used to repeat these histories to girls I was with.

When we were on good terms they were interested to hear, as I was proud to tell, and would say, "Tell us about your ancestors, Margery." And if we fell out there was no surer method of annoying me than to slight the memory of my great-great-grandparents.
I have told their story pretty often.

I shall put it down here in my own way, for Aunt Theresa told a story rather disconnectedly.
The de Vandaleurs (we have dropped the _de_ now) were an old French family.

There was a Duke in it who was killed in the Revolution of '92, and most of the family emigrated, and were very poor.

The title was restored afterwards, and some of the property.