“What’s that?” asked Ceddie.

“Of very old family—­extremely old.”

“Ah!” said Cedric, thrusting his hands deeper into his pockets.  “I suppose that is the way with the apple-woman near the park.  I dare say she is of ancient lin-lenage.  She is so old it would surprise you how she can stand up.  She’s a hundred, I should think, and yet she is out there when it rains, even.  I’m sorry for her, and so are the other boys.  Billy Williams once had nearly a dollar, and I asked him to buy five cents’ worth of apples from her every day until he had spent it all.  That made twenty days, and he grew tired of apples after a week; but then—­it was quite fortunate—­a gentleman gave me fifty cents and I bought apples from her instead.  You feel sorry for any one that’s so poor and has such ancient lin-lenage.  She says hers has gone into her bones and the rain makes it worse.”

Mr. Havisham felt rather at a loss as he looked at his companion’s innocent, serious little face.

“I am afraid you did not quite understand me,” he explained.  “When I said ‘ancient lineage’ I did not mean old age; I meant that the name of such a family has been known in the world a long time; perhaps for hundreds of years persons bearing that name have been known and spoken of in the history of their country.”

“Like George Washington,” said Ceddie.  “I’ve heard of him ever since I was born, and he was known about, long before that.  Mr. Hobbs says he will never be forgotten.  That’s because of the Declaration of Independence, you know, and the Fourth of July.  You see, he was a very brave man.”

“The first Earl of Dorincourt,” said Mr. Havisham solemnly, “was created an earl four hundred years ago.”

“Well, well!” said Ceddie.  “That was a long time ago!  Did you tell Dearest that?  It would int’rust her very much.  We’ll tell her when she comes in.  She always likes to hear cur’us things.  What else does an earl do besides being created?”

“A great many of them have helped to govern England.  Some of them have been brave men and have fought in great battles in the old days.”

“I should like to do that myself,” said Cedric.  “My papa was a soldier, and he was a very brave man—­as brave as George Washington.  Perhaps that was because he would have been an earl if he hadn’t died.  I am glad earls are brave.  That’s a great ’vantage—­to be a brave man.  Once I used to be rather afraid of things—­in the dark, you know; but when I thought about the soldiers in the Revolution and George Washington—­it cured me.”

“There is another advantage in being an earl, sometimes,” said Mr. Havisham slowly, and he fixed his shrewd eyes on the little boy with a rather curious expression.  “Some earls have a great deal of money.”

He was curious because he wondered if his young friend knew what the power of money was.

“That’s a good thing to have,” said Ceddie innocently.  “I wish I had a great deal of money.”