'As soon as I heard about you, my dear young lady, I set to work to discover our exact relationship. My grandfather, Sir Jacob--you have heard of Sir Jacob Rosevean, Knight of Hanover? Yes; naturally--he was born in the year 1760. He was the younger brother of Captain Emanuel Rosevean, your great-grandfather, I believe.' 'My grandfathers were all named either Emanuel or Methusalem. They took turns.' 'Quite so,' Mr. Rosevean nodded his head in approbation. 'The preservation of the same Christian names gives dignity to the family. Anthony goes with Ashley: Emanuel or Methusalem with Rosevean. The survival of the Scripture name shows how the Puritanic spirit lingers yet in the good old stocks.' Philippa glanced at her mother, mindful of her own remarks on the old families of Scilly. 'We come of a very fine old family, cousin Armorel. I hope you have been brought up in becoming pride of birth. It is a possession which the world cannot give and the world cannot take away. We are a race of Vikings--conquering Vikings. The last of them was, perhaps, my grandfather, Sir Jacob, unless any of the later Roseveans----' 'I am afraid they can hardly be called Vikings,' said Armorel, simply. 'Sir Jacob--my grandfather--was cast, my dear young friend, in the heroic mould--the heroic mould. Nothing short of that. For the services which he rendered to the State at the moment of Britannia's greatest peril, he should have been raised to the House of Lords. But it was a time of giants--and he had to be contented with the simple recognition of a knighthood.' 'Jacob Rosevean'--who was it had told Armorel this--long before? And why did she now remember the words so clearly, 'ran away and went to sea. He could read and write and cipher a little, and so they made him clerk to the purser. Then he rose to be purser himself, and when he had made some money he left the service and became Contractor to the Fleet, and supplied stores of all kinds during the long war, and at last he became so rich that they were obliged to make him a Knight.' 'The simple recognition of a Knighthood,' Mr. Rosevean went on. 'This it is to live in an age of heroes.'