"There," he said, "you see that plantation reaching over the hill like a great slug, and just behind the hill a particularly green sheltered bottom?
That's where Mr.Fitzpiers's family were lords of the manor for I don't know how many hundred years, and there stands the village of Buckbury Fitzpiers.

A wonderful property 'twas--wonderful!" "But they are not lords of the manor there now." "Why, no.

But good and great things die as well as little and foolish.
The only ones representing the family now, I believe, are our doctor and a maiden lady living I don't know where.

You can't help being happy, Grace, in allying yourself with such a romantical family.
You'll feel as if you've stepped into history." "We've been at Hintock as long as they've been at Buckbury; is it not so?
You say our name occurs in old deeds continually." "Oh yes--as yeomen, copyholders, and such like.

But think how much better this will be for 'ee.