Like the rest of mankind, he quailed before the great man. The running account between the two used to run into very high figures. One day Mr. Quaritch called at Ashburnham House, and the Earl, glaring at him through his awe-compelling spectacles, asked what he wanted. “Well, my lord, I have come to ask your lordship if you could let me have a little money on account.” “Money, sir!” answered my uncle, “what on earth can you want with money?” “My lord, there is a great sale coming off at Paris next week, and as your lordship knows these Paris sales are a question of ready money.” “Go away, sir! Go away! You want to go to Paris and speculate with _MY MONEY!_” A just indignation beamed through the awful spectacles. The argument was irresistible. Mr. Quaritch was glad to make his escape, crossed over to Paris the next day and did not “speculate with my uncle’s money.” And now as a last word let me brag a little after the manner of Ajax and Ulysses as recorded in the quotation from Ovid, with which I started this record. It is true that, unlike those heroes, I cannot claim a descent from Jupiter, who, after all, was rather a disreputable Père Prodigue; yet I am inclined, for my children’s sake, and as an encouragement to them to incite their own children to prove themselves worthy “citizens of no mean city,” to show them that they come of a goodly stock on both sides. I have in my possession a short family tree in the handwriting of the second Lord Redesdale, who, as I have said above, took great delight in genealogy. That tree shows that the Lords Ogle of Northumberland, who were our forbears, were descended both on the father’s side and on the mother’s from Charlemagne. My cousin traced it as follows: