Gustav Klimt Painting

Gustav Klimt Painting
Descended from Kings," said Mr. Crackenthorpe. "My mother's family tree, that is - not my father’s. He was a vulgarian! Common old man! Didn't like me! I was a cut above him always. Took after my mother's side. Had a natural feeling for art and classical sculpture - he couldn't see anything in it - silly old fool. Don't remember my mother – died when I was two. Last of her family. They were sold up and she married my father. But you look here - Edward the Confessor – Ethelred the Unready - whole lot of them. And that was before the Normans came. Before the Normans - that's something, isn't it?"
"It is indeed."
Gustav Klimt Painting
Now I'll show you something else." He guided her across the room to an enormous piece of dark oak furniture. Lucy was rather uneasily conscious of the strength of the fingers clutching her arm. There certainly seemed nothing feeble about old Mr. Crackenthorpe today. "See this? Came out of Lushington – that was my mother's people's place. Elizabethan, this is. Takes four men to move it. You don't know what I keep inside it, do you? Like me show you?"
"Do show me," said Lucy politely.
Gustav Klimt Painting