or sixty-sixth lineal ancestor was an Egyptian priest of Isis, though he was himself of Grecian extraction, and was called Kallikrates.[*] His father was one of the Greek mercenaries raised by Hak-Hor, a Mendesian Pharaoh of the twenty-ninth dynasty, and his grandfather or great-grandfather, I believe, was that very Kallikrates mentioned by Herodotus.[+] In or about the year 339 before Christ, just at the time of the final fall of the Pharaohs, this Kallikrates (the priest) broke his vows of celibacy and fled from Egypt with a Princess of Royal blood who had fallen in love with him, and was finally wrecked upon the coast of Africa, somewhere, as I believe, in the neighbourhood of where Delagoa Bay now is, or rather to the north of it, he and his wife being saved, and all the remainder of their company destroyed in one way or another.  Here they endured great hardships, but were at last entertained by the mighty Queen of a savage people, a white woman of peculiar loveliness, who, under circumstances which I cannot enter into, but which you will one day learn, if you live, from the contents of the box, finally murdered my ancestor Kallikrates.  His wife, however, escaped, how, I know not, to Athens, bearing a child with her, whom she named Tisisthenes, or the Mighty Avenger.  Five hundred years or more afterwards, the family migrated to Rome under circumstances of which no trace remains, and here, probably with the idea of preserving the idea of vengeance which we find set out in the name of Tisisthenes, they appear to have pretty regularly assumed the cognomen of Vindex, or Avenger.  Here, too, they remained for another five centuries or more, till about 770 A.D., when Charlemagne invaded Lombardy, where they were then settled, whereon the head of the family seems to have attached himself to the great Emperor, and to have returned with him across the Alps, and finally to have settled in Brittany.  Eight generations later his lineal representative crossed to England in the reign of Edward the Confessor, and in the time of William the Conqueror was advanced to great honour and power.  From that time to the present day I can trace my descent without a break.  Not that the Vinceys—­for that was the final corruption of the name after its bearers took root in English soil—­have been particularly distinguished—­they never came much to the fore.  Sometimes they were soldiers, sometimes merchants, but on the whole they have preserved a dead level of respectability, and a still deader level of mediocrity.  From the time of Charles II. till the beginning of the present century they were merchants.  About 1790 by grandfather made a considerable fortune out of brewing, and retired.  In 1821 he died, and my father succeeded him, and dissipated most of the money.  Ten years ago he died also, leaving me a net income of about two thousand a year.  Then it was that I undertook an expedition in connection with that,” and he pointed to the iron chest, “which ended disastrously enough.  On my way back I travelled in the South of Europe, and finally reached Athens.  There I met my beloved wife, who might well also have been called the ‘Beautiful,’ like my old Greek ancestor.  There I married her, and there, a year afterwards, when my boy was born, she died.”