"He is my grandfather."
"So!" The old knight stepped back and bent his brows. "Verily," he said, "I believe the lad hath spoken truth. Go, Cobden. There is no place in the hall for this lad."
The servant departed and the girl stepped nearer.
"Your father's name?" Sir John said.
"My father's name was Thomas Marsham."
"Doubtless he bred you to the sea."
"He did."
"He broke the hearts of his father and his mother."
Phil stood silent in the hall and looked Sir John in the eye. Since there seemed to be no reply, he waited for the knight to speak again.
"Tom Marsham's father and mother are dead, but within the year, lad, they stood where you are standing now. It was the last time I saw them."