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“
It
was
only
my
whim
,
”
he
said
;
and
,
after
a
moment
’
s
hesitation
:
“
It
was
on
account
of
a
discovery
I
made
some
little
time
ago
,
whilst
I
was
hunting
up
pedigrees
for
the
new
county
history
.
I
am
Parson
Tringham
,
the
antiquary
,
of
Stagfoot
Lane
.
Don
’
t
you
really
know
,
Durbeyfield
,
that
you
are
the
lineal
representative
of
the
ancient
and
knightly
family
of
the
d
’
Urbervilles
,
who
derive
their
descent
from
Sir
Pagan
d
’
Urberville
,
that
renowned
knight
who
came
from
Normandy
with
William
the
Conqueror
,
as
appears
by
Battle
Abbey
Roll
?
”
“
Never
heard
it
before
,
sir
!
”
“
Well
it
’
s
true
.
Throw
up
your
chin
a
moment
,
so
that
I
may
catch
the
profile
of
your
face
better
.
Yes
,
that
’
s
the
d
’
Urberville
nose
and
chin
—
a
little
debased
.
Your
ancestor
was
one
of
the
twelve
knights
who
assisted
the
Lord
of
Estremavilla
in
Normandy
in
his
conquest
of
Glamorganshire
.
Branches
of
your
family
held
manors
over
all
this
part
of
England
;
their
names
appear
in
the
Pipe
Rolls
in
the
time
of
King
Stephen
.
In
the
reign
of
King
John
one
of
them
was
rich
enough
to
give
a
manor
to
the
Knights
Hospitallers
;
and
in
Edward
the
Second
’
s
time
your
forefather
Brian
was
summoned
to
Westminster
to
attend
the
great
Council
there
.
You
declined
a
little
in
Oliver
Cromwell
’
s
time
,
but
to
no
serious
extent
,
and
in
Charles
the
Second
’
s
reign
you
were
made
Knights
of
the
Royal
Oak
for
your
loyalty
.
Aye
,
there
have
been
generations
of
Sir
Johns
among
you
,
and
if
knighthood
were
hereditary
,
like
a
baronetcy
,
as
it
practically
was
in
old
times
,
when
men
were
knighted
from
father
to
son
,
you
would
be
Sir
John
now
.
”
“
Ye
don
’
t
say
so
!
”
“
In
short
,
”
concluded
the
parson
,
decisively
smacking
his
leg
with
his
switch
,
“
there
’
s
hardly
such
another
family
in
England
.
”
“
Daze
my
eyes
,
and
isn
’
t
there
?
”
said
Durbeyfield
.
“
And
here
have
I
been
knocking
about
,
year
after
year
,
from
pillar
to
post
,
as
if
I
was
no
more
than
the
commonest
feller
in
the
parish
.
.
.
.
And
how
long
hev
this
news
about
me
been
knowed
,
Pa
’
son
Tringham
?
”
The
clergyman
explained
that
,
as
far
as
he
was
aware
,
it
had
quite
died
out
of
knowledge
,
and
could
hardly
be
said
to
be
known
at
all
.
His
own
investigations
had
begun
on
a
day
in
the
preceding
spring
when
,
having
been
engaged
in
tracing
the
vicissitudes
of
the
d
’
Urberville
family
,
he
had
observed
Durbeyfield
’
s
name
on
his
waggon
,
and
had
thereupon
been
led
to
make
inquiries
about
his
father
and
grandfather
till
he
had
no
doubt
on
the
subject
.
“
At
first
I
resolved
not
to
disturb
you
with
such
a
useless
piece
of
information
,
”
said
he
.
“
However
,
our
impulses
are
too
strong
for
our
judgement
sometimes
.
I
thought
you
might
perhaps
know
something
of
it
all
the
while
.
”
