 CHAPTER 1 Cedric himself knew nothing whatever about it. Ever been even mentioned to him? He knew that his papa had been an Englishman, because his mama had told him so. But then his papa had died when he was so little a boy that he could not remember very much about him, except that he was big and had blue eyes and a long mustache, and that it was a splendid thing to be carried around the room on his shoulder. Since his papa's death Cedric had found out that it was best not to talk to his mama about him. When his father was ill Cedric had been sent away, and when he had returned everything was over, and his mother, who had been very ill too, was only just beginning to sit in her chair by the window. She was pale and thin, and all the dimples had gone from her pretty face, and her eyes looked large and mournful, and she was dressed in black. Dearest said Cedric. His papa had called her that always, and so the little boy had learned to say it. Dearest is my papa better. He felt her arms tremble, and so he churned his curly head and looked in her face. There was something in it that made him feel that he was going to cry. Dearest he said, is he well? Then suddenly his loving little heart told him that he'd better put both his arms around her neck, and kiss her again and again, and keep his soft cheek close to hers, and he did so, and she laid her face on his shoulder and cried bitterly, holding him as if she could never let him go again. Yes, he is well, she sobbed. He is quite, quite well. But we—we have no one left but each other, no one at all. Even little as he was he understood that his big, handsome, young papa would not come back any more—that he was dead, as he had heard of other people being, although he could not comprehend exactly what strange thing had brought all this sadness about. It was because his mama always cried when he spoke of his papa that he secretly made up his mind it was better not to speak of him very often, and he found out too that it was better not to let her sit still and look into the fire or out of the window without moving or talking. He and his mama knew very few people, and lived what might have been thought very lonely lives, although Cedric did not know it was lonely until he grew older and heard why it was they had no visitors. Then he was told that his mama was an orphan and quite alone in the world when his papa had married her. She was very pretty and had been living his companion to a rich old lady who was not kind to her. And one day Captain Cedric Errol, who was calling at the house, saw her run up the stairs with tears on her eyelashes, and she looked so sweet and innocent and sorrowful that the captain could not forget her. And after many strange things had happened they knew each other well and loved each other dearly and were married, although their marriage brought them the ill will of several persons. The one who was most angry of all, however, was the captain's father who lived in England and was a very rich and important old nobleman, with a very bad temper and a very violent dislike to America and Americans. He had two sons older than Captain Cedric, and it was the law that the elder of these sons should inherit the family title and estates, which were very rich and splendid. If the eldest son died, the next one would be heir. So though he was a member of such a great family there was little chance that Captain Cedric would be very rich himself. But it so happened that nature had given to the youngest son gifts which she had not bestowed upon his elder brothers. He had a beautiful face and a fine, strong, graceful figure. He had a bright smile and a sweet, gay voice. He was brave and generous and had the kindest heart in the world and seemed to have the power to make everyone love him. And it was not so with his elder brothers. Neither of them was handsome or very kind or clever. When they were boys at Eaton they were not popular. When they were at college they cared nothing for study and wasted both time and money and made few real friends. The old Earl, their father, was constantly disappointed and humiliated by them. His heir was no honour to his noble name and did not promise to end in being anything but a selfish, wasteful, insignificant man with no manly or noble qualities. It was very bitter, the old Earl thought, that the son who was only third and would have only a very small fortune should be the one who had all the gifts and all the charms and all the strength and beauty. Sometimes he almost hated the handsome young man because he seemed to have the good things which should have gone with the stately title and the magnificent estates. And yet in the depths of his proud, stubborn old heart he could not help caring very much for his youngest son. It was in one of his fits of petulance that he sent him off to travel in America. He thought he would send him away for a while so that he should not be made angry by constantly contrasting him with his brothers, who were at that time giving him a great deal of trouble by their wild ways. But after about six months he began to feel lonely and longed in secret to see his son again, so he wrote to Captain Cedric and ordered him home. The letter he wrote crossed on its way a letter the captain had just written to his father, telling of his love for the pretty American girl and of his intended marriage. And when the Earl received that letter he was furiously angry. Bad as his temper was he had never given away to it in his life as he gave way to it when he read the captain's letter. His valet, who was in the room when it came, thought his lordship would have a fit of apoplexy. He was so wild with anger. For an hour he raged like a tiger, and then he sat down and wrote to his son, and ordered him never to come near his old home, nor to write to his father or brothers again. He told him he might live as he pleased and die where he pleased, that he should be cut off from his family forever, and that he need never expect help from his father as long as he lived. The captain was very sad when he read the letter. He was very fond of England, and he dearly loved the beautiful home where he had been born. He had even loved his ill-tempered old father, and had sympathized with him in his disappointments, but he knew he need expect no kindness from him in the future. At first he scarcely knew what to do. He had not been brought up to work, and had no business experience, but he had courage and plenty of determination. So he sold his commission in the English army, and after some trouble found a situation in New York and married. The change from his old life in England was very great, but he was young and happy, and he hoped that hard work would do great things for him in the future. He had a small house on a quiet street, and his little boy was born there. And everything was so gay and cheerful in a simple way, that he was never sorry for a moment that he had married the rich old lady's pretty companion, just because she was so sweet, and he loved her, and she loved him. She was very sweet indeed, and her little boy was like both her and his father. Though he was born in so quiet and cheap a little home, it seemed as if there never had been a more fortunate baby. In the first place he was always well, and so he never gave anyone trouble. In the second place he had so sweet a temper, and ways so charming that he was a pleasure to everyone. And in the third place he was so beautiful to look at that he was quite a picture. Instead of being a bald-headed baby he started in life with a quantity of soft, fine, gold-coloured hair, which curled up at the ends, and went into loose rings by the time he was six months old. He had big brown eyes and long eyelashes, and a darling little face. He had so strong a back and such splendid sturdy legs that at nine months he learned suddenly to walk. His manners were so good for a baby that it was delightful to make his acquaintance. He seemed to feel that everyone was his friend, and when anyone spoke to him when he was in his carriage in the street he would give the stranger one sweet serious look with the brown eyes, and then follow it with a lovely friendly smile, and the consequence was that there was not a person in the neighborhood of the quiet street where he lived, even to the grocery men at the corner, who was considered to cross this creature alive, who was not pleased to see him and speak to him. In every month of his life he grew handsomer and more interesting. When he was old enough to walk out with his nurse, dragging a small wagon and wearing a short white-killed skirt, and a big white hat set back on his curly yellow hair, he was so handsome and strong and rosy that he attracted everyone's attention, and his nurse would come home and tell his momma's stories of the ladies who had stopped their carriages to look at and speak to him, and of how pleased they were when he talked to them in his cheerful little way as if he had known them always. His greatest charm was his cheerful, fearless, quaint little way of making friends with people. I think it arose from his having a very confiding nature, and a kind little heart that sympathized with everyone, and wished to make everyone as comfortable as he liked to be himself. It made him very quick to understand the feelings of those about him. Perhaps this had grown on him, too, because he had lived so much with his father and mother, who were always loving and considerate and tender and well-bred. He had never heard an unkind or uncourteous word spoken at home. He had always been loved and caressed and treated tenderly, and so his childish soul was full of kindness and innocent warm feeling. He had always heard his momma called by pretty, loving names, and so he used them himself when he spoke to her. He had always seen that his papa watched over her and took great care of her, and so he learned, too, to be careful of her. So when he knew his papa would come back no more and saw how very sad his mama was, there gradually came into his kind little heart the thought that he must do what he could to make her happy. He was not much more than a baby, but that thought was in his mind whenever he climbed upon her knee and kissed her and put his curly head on her neck, and when he brought his toys and picture books to show her, and when he curled up quietly by her side as she used to lie on the sofa. He was not old enough to know of anything else to do, so he did what he could and was more of a comfort to her than he could have understood. Oh, Mary, he heard her say once to her old servant, I am sure he is trying to help me in his innocent way. I know he is. He looks at me sometimes with a loving, wondering little look as if he were sorry for me, and then he will come and pet me or show me something. He is such a little man, I really think he knows. As he grew older he had a great many quaint little ways which amused and interested people greatly. He was so much of a companion for his mother that she scarcely cared for any other. They used to walk together and talk together and play together. When he was quite a little fellow he learned to read, and after that he used to lie on the hearth rug in the evening and read aloud. He used to read stories, and sometimes big books such as older people read, and sometimes even newspaper. And often at such times Mary in the kitchen would hear Mrs. Errol laughing with the light at the quaint things he said. And, indeed, said Mary to the grocery-man, nobody could help laughing at the quare little ways of him, and his old-fashioned sayings. Didn't he come into my kitchen the night the new president was nominated, and stand afore the fire, looking like a picture, with his hands in his small pockets, and his innocent bit of face, as serious as a judge? And says he to me, Mary, says he, I'm very much interested in the election, says he, I'm a publican, and so is dearest. Are you a publican, Mary? Laura a bit, says I, I'm the best of Democrats. And he looks up at me with a look that would go to your heart and says he, Mary says he, the country will go to ruin, and never a day since then has he let go by without arguing with me to change me politics. Mary was very fond of him, and very proud of him, too. She had been with his mother ever since he was born. And after his father's death had been cook and housemaid and nurse and everything else. She was proud of his graceful strong little body and his pretty manners, and especially proud of the bright curly hair which waved over his forehead, and fell in charming love locks on his shoulders. She was willing to work early and late to help his mama make his small suits and keep them in order. Mr. Craddock is it, she would say. Faith, and I'd like to see the child on Fifth Avenue, and looks like him and steps out as handsome as his self. And every man, woman and child, looking after him in his bitter black velvet skirt, made out of the Mrs. Old Gound, and his little head up and his curly hair flying and shining, it's like a young lord he looks. Cedric did not know that he looked like a young lord. He did not know what a lord was. His greatest friend was the grocery men at the corner, the cross grocery men who was never cross to him. His name was Mr. Hobbes, and Cedric admired and respected him very much. He thought him a very rich and powerful person. He had so many things in his store, prunes and figs and oranges and biscuits, and he had a horse and wagon. Cedric was fond of the milkman and the baker and the apple woman, but he liked Mr. Hobbes best of all, and was on terms of such intimacy with him that he went to see him every day, and often sat with him quite a long time discussing the topics of the hour. It was quite surprising how many things they found to talk about. The Fourth of July, for instance, when they began to talk about the Fourth of July there really seemed no end to it. Mr. Hobbes had a very bad opinion of the British, and he told the whole story of the revolution relating very wonderful and patriotic stories about the villainy of the enemy and the bravery of the revolutionary heroes, and he even generously repeated part of the Declaration of Independence. Cedric was so excited that his eyes shone and his cheeks were red and his curls were all rubbed and tumbled into a yellow mop. He could hardly wait to eat his dinner after he went home. He was so anxious to tell his mama. It was perhaps Mr. Hobbes who gave him his first interest in politics. Mr. Hobbes was fond of reading the newspapers, and so Cedric heard a great deal about what was going on in Washington, and Mr. Hobbes would tell him whether the President was doing his duty or not. And once when there was an election he found it all quite grand, and probably but for Mr. Hobbes and Cedric the country might have been wrecked. Mr. Hobbes took him to see a great torch-lit procession, and many of the men who carried torches remembered afterward a stout man who stood near a lamppost and held on his shoulder a handsome little shouting boy who waved his cap in the air. It was not long after this election when Cedric was seven and eight years old that the very strange thing happened which made so wonderful a change in his life. It was quite curious, too, that the day it happened he had been talking to Mr. Hobbes about England and the Queen. And Mr. Hobbes had said some very severe things about the aristocracy, being specially indignant against earls and marquesses. It had been a hot morning, and after playing soldiers with some friends of his, Cedric had gone into the store to rest, and had found Mr. Hobbes looking very fierce over a piece of the illustrated London news which contained a picture of some court ceremony. Ah, he said, that's the way they go on now, but they'll get enough of it some day when those they've trod on rise and blow them sky high, earls and marquesses and all, it's coming and they may look out for it. Cedric had perched himself as usual on the high stool and pushed his hat back and put his hands in his pocket in delicate compliment to Mr. Hobbes. Did you ever know many marquesses Mr. Hobbes, Cedric inquired, or earls? No, answered Mr. Hobbes with indignation. I guess not. I'd like to catch one of them inside here, that's all. I'll have no grasping tyrant sitting round on my cracker barrels. And he was so proud of the sentiment that he looked around proudly and mopped his forehead. Perhaps they wouldn't be earls if they knew any better, said Cedric, feeling some vague sympathy for their unhappy condition. Wouldn't they, said Mr. Hobbes, they just glory in it. It's in them they're a bad lot. They were in the midst of their conversation when Mary appeared. Cedric thought she had come to buy some sugar perhaps, but she had not. She looked almost pale as if she were excited about something. Come home, darling, she said, the mistress is wantonies. Cedric slipped down from his stool. Does she want me to go with her, Mary, he asked. Good morning, Mr. Hobbes, I'll see you again. He was surprised to see Mary staring at him in a dumbfounded fashion, and he wondered why she kept shaking her head. What's the matter, Mary, he said, is it the hot weather? No, said Mary, but there are strange things happening to us. Has the sun given dearest a headache, he inquired anxiously. But it was not that. When he reached his own house there was a coop standing before the door, and someone was in the little parlour talking to his mama. Mary hurried him upstairs and put on his best summer suit of cream-coloured flannel, with the red scarf around his waist, and combed out his curly locks. Lords, is it, he heard her say, and the nobility and gentry? Uch! Bad sess to them! Lords, indeed, worse luck! It was really very puzzling, but he felt sure his mama would tell him what all the excitement meant, so he allowed Mary to bemoan herself without asking any questions. When he was dressed he ran downstairs and went into the parlour. A tall, thin old gentleman with a sharp face was sitting in an armchair. His mother was standing nearby with a pale face, and he saw that there were tears in her eyes. Oh, said he, she cried out, and ran to her little boy, and caught him in her arms, and kissed him in a frightened, troubled way. Oh, said he, darling! The tall old gentleman rose from his chair and looked at Cedric with his sharp eyes. He rubbed his thin chin with his bony hand as he looked. He seemed not at all displeased. And so he said it last slowly. And so this is Little Lord Fauntleroy. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 of Little Lord Fauntleroy This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox Recording by Mary Anderson Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett Chapter 2 There was never a more amazed little boy than Cedric during the week that followed. There was never so strange or so unreal a week. In the first place, the story his mama told him was a very curious one. He was obliged to hear it two or three times before he could understand it. He could not imagine what Mr. Hobbes would think of it. It began with earls. His grand-papa whom he had never seen was an earl, and his eldest uncle, if he had not been killed by a fall from his horse, would have been an earl too in time. And after his death his other uncle would have been an earl if he had not died suddenly in Rome of a fever. After that his own papa if he had lived would have been an earl. But since they all had died and only Cedric was left it appeared that he was to be an earl after his grand-papa's death, and for the present he was Lord Fauntleroy. He turned quite pale when he was first told of it. Oh, dearest, he said I should rather not be an earl. None of the boys are earls. Can't I not be one? But it seemed to be unavoidable. And when that evening they sat together by the open window looking out into the shabby street, he and his mother had a long talk about it. Cedric sat on his footstool clasping one knee in his favorite attitude and wearing a bewildered little face, rather red from the exertion of thinking. His grandfather had sent for him to come to England, and his mama thought he must go. Because she said looking out of the window with sorrowful eyes. I know your papa would wish it to be so, Ceddie. He loved his home very much, and there are many things to be thought of that a little boy can't quite understand. I should be a selfish little mother if I did not send you. When you are a man you will see why. Ceddie shook his head mournfully. I shall be very sorry to leave Mr. Hobbs, he said. I'm afraid he'll miss me, and I shall miss him. And I shall miss them all. When Mr. Havisham, who was the family lawyer of the Earl of Dorncourt, and who had been sent by him to bring Lord Fauntleroy to England, came the next day, Cedric heard many things. But somehow it did not console him to hear that he was to be a very rich man when he grew up, and that he would have castles here and castles there, and great parks, and deep mines, and grandest states, and tenetry. He was troubled about his friend Mr. Hobbs, and he went to see him at the store soon after breakfast in great anxiety of mind. He found him reading the morning paper, and he approached him with a grave demeanor. He really felt it would be a great shock to Mr. Hobbs to hear what had befallen him, and on his way to the store he had been thinking how it would be best to break the news. Hello, said Mr. Hobbs. Morning. Good morning, said Cedric. He did not climb up on the high stool as usual, but sat down on a cracker-box, and clasped his knee, and was so silent for a few moments that Mr. Hobbs finally looked up inquiringly over the top of his newspaper. Hello, he said again. Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together. Mr. Hobbs, he said, do you remember what we were talking about yesterday morning? Well, replied Mr. Hobbs, seems to me it was England. Yes, said Cedric, but just when Mary came for me, you know. Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head. We was mentioned in Queen Victoria and the aristocracy. Yes, said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, and an earls, don't you know? Why, yes, returned Mr. Hobbs, we did touch him up a little, but so. Cedric flushed up to the curly bang in his forehead. Nothing so embarrassing as this had ever happened to him in his life. He was a little afraid that it might be a trifle embarrassing to Mr. Hobbs, too. You said, he proceeded, that you wouldn't have them sitting round on your cracker-barrels. So I did return Mr. Hobbs stoutly, and I meant it. Let him try it, that's all. Mr. Hobbs, said Cedric, when is sitting on this box now? Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair. What, he exclaimed? Yes, Cedric announced, with due modesty. I am one, or I'm going to be, I won't deceive you. Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look at the thermometer. The mercury's got into your head, he exclaimed, turning back to examine his young friend's countenance. It is a hot day. How do you feel? Got any pain? When did you begin to feel that way? He put his big hand on the little boy's hair. This was more embarrassing than ever. Thank you, said Ceddie, I'm all right. There is nothing the matter with my head. I'm sorry to say it's true, Mr. Hobbs. That was what Mary came to take me home for. Mr. Havisham was telling my mama, and he is a lawyer. Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with his handkerchief. One of us has got a sunstroke, he exclaimed. No return, Cedric, we haven't. We shall have to make the best of it, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Havisham came all the way from England to tell us about it. My grand-papa sent him. Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face before him. Who is your grandfather, he asked? Cedric put his hand in his pocket and carefully drew out a piece of paper on which something was written in his own round irregular hand. I couldn't easily remember it, so I wrote it down on this, he said, and he read aloud slowly. John Arthur Malinu Errol, Earl of Dorncourt. That is his name, and he lives in a castle—in two or three castles, I think. And my papa, who died, was his youngest son, and I shouldn't have been a lord or an earl if my papa hadn't died. And my papa wouldn't have been an earl if his two brothers hadn't died. But they all died, and there was no one but me, no boy, and so I have to be one, and my grand-papa has sent for me to come to England. Mr. Hobbs seemed to grow hotter and hotter. He mopped his forehead and his bald spot and breathed hard. He began to see that something very remarkable had happened. But when he looked at the little boy sitting on the cracker-box, with the innocent anxious expression in his childish eyes, and saw that he was not changed at all, but was simply as he had been the day before—just a handsome, cheerful, brave little fellow in a blue suit and a red neck ribbon—all this information about the nobility bewildered him. He was all the more bewildered because Cedric gave it with such ingenuous simplicity, and plainly without realizing himself how stupendous it was. What did you say your name was, Mr. Hobbs inquired? It's Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy, answered Cedric. That was what Mr. Havisham called me. He said when I went into the room, and so this is little Lord Fauntleroy. Well, said Mr. Hobbs, I'll be jiggered. This was an exclamation he always used when he was very much astonished or excited. He could think of nothing else to say just of that puzzling moment. Cedric felt it to be quite a proper and suitable ejaculation. His respect and affection for Mr. Hobbs was so great that he admired and approved of all his remarks. He had not seen enough of society as yet to make him realize that sometimes Mr. Hobbs was not quite conventional. He knew, of course, that he was different from his mamma, but then his mamma was a lady, and he had an idea that ladies were always different from gentlemen. He looked at Mr. Hobbs wistfully. England is a long way off, isn't it? he asked. It's across the Atlantic Ocean, Mr. Hobbs answered. That's the worst of it, said Cedric. Perhaps I shall not see you again for a long time. I don't like to think of that, Mr. Hobbs. The best of friends must part, said Mr. Hobbs. Well, said Cedric, we have been friends for a great many years, haven't we? Ever since you were born, Mr. Hobbs answered, you was about six weeks old when you first walked out on the street. Ah! remarked Cedric with a sigh. I never thought I should have to be an Earl then. You think, said Mr. Hobbs, there's no getting out of it? I'm afraid not, answered Cedric. My mamma says that my papa would wish me to do it. But if I have to be an Earl, there's one thing I can do. I can try to be a good one. I'm not going to be a tyrant, and if there is ever to be another war with America, I shall try to stop it. His conversation with Mr. Hobbs was a long and serious one. Once having got over the first shock, Mr. Hobbs was not so rankerous as might have been expected. He endeavored to resign himself to the situation, and before the interview was at an end he had asked a great many questions. As Cedric could answer but a few of them, he endeavored to answer them himself, and being fairly launched on the subject of earls and marquises and lordly estates, explained many things in a way which would probably have astonished Mr. Havisham could that gentleman have heard it. But then there were many things which astonished Mr. Havisham. He had spent all his life in England, and was not accustomed to American people and American habits. He had been connected professionally with the family of the Earl of Dorencourt for nearly forty years, and he knew all about its grand estates and its great wealth and importance, and in a cold business-like way he felt an interest in this little boy, who in the future was to be the master and owner of them all, the future Earl of Dorencourt. He had known all about the old Earl's disappointment in his elder sons, and all about his fierce rage at Captain Cedric's American marriage, and he knew how he still hated the gentle little widow and would not speak of her except with bitter and cruel words. He insisted that she was only a common American girl who had entrapped his son into marrying her, because she knew he was an Earl's son. The old lawyer himself had more than half believed this was all true. He had seen a great many selfish mercenary people in his life, and he had not a good opinion of Americans. When he had been driven into the cheap street, and his coupe had stopped before the cheap small house, he had felt actually shocked. It seemed really quite dreadful to think that the future owner of Dorencourt Castle and Wyndham Towers and Chollworth and all the other stately splendors should have been born and brought up in an insignificant house in a street with a sort of green grocery at the corner. He wondered what kind of a child he would be, and what kind of a mother he had. He rather shrank from seeing them both. He had a sort of pride in the noble family whose legal affairs he had conducted so long, and it would have annoyed him very much to have found himself obliged to manage a woman who would seem to him a vulgar, money-loving person, with no respect for her dead husband's country and the dignity of his name. It was a very old name and a very splendid one, and Mr. Havisham had a great respect for it himself, though he was only a cold, keen business-like old lawyer. When Mary handed him into the small parlor, he looked around it critically. It was plainly furnished, but it had a home-like look. There were no cheap common ornaments and no cheap gaudy pictures. A few adornments on the walls were in good taste, and about the room were many pretty things which a woman's hand might have made. Not at all bad so far, he had said to himself, but perhaps the captain's taste predominated. But when Mrs. Arrell came into the room, he began to think she herself might have had something to do with it. If he had not been quite a self-contained and stiffle gentleman, he would probably have started when he saw her. She looked in the simple black dress fitting closely to her slender figure, more like a young girl than the mother of a boy of seven. She had a pretty sorrowful young face and a very tender innocent look in her large brown eyes. The sorrowful look that had never quite left her face since her husband had died. Cedric was used to seeing it there. The only times he had ever seen it fade out had been when he was playing with her or talking to her, and had said some old-fashioned thing, or used some long word he had picked up out of the newspapers or in his conversations with Mr. Hobbes. He was fond of using long words, and he was always pleased when they made her laugh, though he could not understand why they were laughable. They were quite serious matters with him. The lawyer's experience taught him to read people's characters very shrewdly, and as soon as he saw Cedric's mother he knew that the old Earl had made a great mistake in thinking her a vulgar, mercenary woman. Mr. Havisham had never been married. He had never even been in love. But he divined that this pretty young creature with the sweet voice and sad eyes had married Captain Errol only because she loved him with all her affectionate heart, and that she had never once thought it an advantage that he was an Earl's son. And he saw he should have no trouble with her, and he began to feel that perhaps little Lord Fauntleroy might not be such a trial to his noble family after all. The Captain had been a handsome fellow, and the young mother was very pretty, and perhaps the boy might be well enough to look at. When he first told Mrs. Errol what he had come for she turned very pale. Oh, she said, will he have to be taken away from me? We love each other so much. He has such a happiness to me. He is all I have. I have tried to be a good mother to him, and her sweet young voice trembled and the tears rushed into her eyes. You do not know what he has been to me, she said. The lawyer cleared his throat. I am obliged to tell you, he said, that the Earl of Dorencourt is not—is not very friendly toward you. He is an old man, and his prejudices are very strong. He is always especially disliked America and Americans, and was very much enraged by his son's marriage. I am sorry to be the bearer of so unpleasant a communication, but he is very fixed in his determination not to see you. His plan is that Lord Fauntleroy should be educated under his own supervision, that he should live with him. The Earl is attached to Dorencourt Castle and spends a great deal of time there. He is a victim to inflammatory gout, and is not fond of London. Lord Fauntleroy will therefore be likely to live chiefly at Dorencourt. The Earl offers you as a home, Court Lodge, which is situated pleasantly, and is not very far from the castle. He also offers you a suitable income. Lord Fauntleroy will be permitted to visit you. The only stipulation is that you shall not visit him or enter the park gates. You see, you will not be really separated from your son, and I assure you, madam, the terms are not so harsh as they might have been. The advantage of such surroundings and education as Lord Fauntleroy will have, I am sure you must see, will be very great. He felt a little uneasy lest she should begin to cry or make a scene, as he knew some woman would have done. It embarrassed and annoyed him to see women cry. But she did not. She went to the window and stood with her face turned away for a few moments, and he saw she was trying to study herself. Captain Earl was very fond of Dorencourt, she said at last. He loved England and everything English. It was always a grief to him that he was parted from his home. He was proud of his home and of his name. He would wish—I know he would wish—that his son should know the beautiful old places, and be brought up in such a way as would be suitable to his future position. Then she came back to the table, and stood looking up at Mr. Havisham very gently. My husband would wish it, she said. It will be best for my little boy. I know. I am sure that Earl would not be so unkind as to try to teach him not to love me. And I know, even if he tried, that my little boy is too much like his father to be harmed. He has a warm faithful nature and a true heart. He would love me even if he did not see me, and so long as we may see each other, I ought not to suffer very much. She thinks very little of herself, the lawyer thought. She does not make any terms for herself. Madam, he said aloud, I respect your consideration for your son. He will thank you for it when he is a man. I assure you Lord Fauntleroy will be most carefully guarded, and every effort will be used to ensure his happiness. The Earl of Dorancourt will be as anxious for his comfort and well-being as you yourself could be. I hope, said the tender little mother, in a rather broken voice, that his grandfather will love Settie. The little boy has a very affectionate nature, and he has always been loved. Mr. Havisham cleared his throat again. He could not quite imagine the gouty, fiery-tempered old Earl loving any one very much. But he knew it would be to his interest to be kind, in his irritable way, to the child who was to be his heir. He knew, too, that if Settie were at all a credit to his name, his grandfather would be proud of him. Lord Fauntleroy will be comfortable, I am sure, he replied. It was with a view to his happiness that the Earl desired that you should be near enough to him to see him frequently. He did not think it would be discreet to repeat the exact words the Earl had used, which were in fact neither polite nor amiable. Mr. Havisham preferred to express his noble patron's offer in smoother and more courteous language. He had another slight shock when Mrs. Earl asked Mary to find her little boy and bring him to her, and Mary told her where he was. Sure, I'll find him easy enough, ma'am, she said, for its wit Mr. Hobbs he is this minute, setting on his high stool by the counter, and talking politics, moist loyally, or engine his self among the soap and candles and protadies, as sensible and shweet as you please. Mr. Hobbs had known him all his life, Mrs. Earl said to the lawyer. He is very kind to Settie, and there is a great friendship between them. Remembering the glimpse he had caught of the store as he passed it, and having a recollection of the barrels of potatoes and apples, and the various odds and ends, Mr. Havisham felt his doubts arise again. In England gentlemen's sons did not make friends of grocery men, and it seemed to him a rather singular proceeding. It would be very awkward if the child had bad manners and a disposition to like low company. One of the bitterest humiliations of the old Earl's life had been that his two elder sons had been fond of low company. Could it be, he thought, that this boy shared their bad qualities instead of his father's good qualities? He was thinking uneasily about this as he talked to Mrs. Earl until the child came into the room. When the door opened he actually hesitated a moment before looking at Cedric. It would perhaps have seemed very queer to a great many people who knew him if they could have known the curious sensations that passed through Mr. Havisham when he looked down at the boy who ran into his mother's arms. He experienced a revulsion of feeling which was quite exciting. He recognized in an instant that here was one of the finest and handsomest little fellows he had ever seen. His beauty was something unusual. He had a strong, lithe, graceful little body, and a manly little face. He held his childish head up and carried himself with a brave air. He was so like his father that it was really startling. He had his father's golden hair and his mother's brown eyes, but there was nothing sorrowful or timid in them. They were innocently fearless eyes. He looked as if he had never feared or doubted anything in his life. He is the best bread-looking, and handsome as little fellow I ever saw was what Mr. Havisham thought. What he said aloud was simply, And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy. And after this the more he saw little Lord Fauntleroy, the more of a surprise he found him. He knew very little about children, though he had seen plenty of them in England. Fine, handsome, rosy boys and girls who were strictly taking care of by their tutors and governesses and who were sometimes shy and sometimes a trifle boisterous, but never very interesting to a ceremonious, rigid old lawyer. Perhaps his personal interest in little Lord Fauntleroy's fortunes made him notice Setty more than he had noticed other children. But however that was, he certainly found himself noticing him a great deal. Cedric did not know he was being observed, and he only behaved himself in his ordinary manner. He shook hands with Mr. Havisham in his friendly way when they were introduced to each other, and he answered all his questions with the unhesitating readiness with which he answered Mr. Hobbes. He was neither shy nor bold, and when Mr. Havisham was talking to his mother, the lawyer noticed that he listened to the conversation with as much interest as if he had been quite grown up. He seems to be a very mature little fellow, Mr. Havisham said to the mother. I think he is in some things, she answered. He has always been very quick to learn, and he has lived a great deal with grown-up people. He has a funny little habit of using long words and expressions he has read in books, or has heard others use. But he is very fond of childish play. I think he is rather clever. But he is a very boyish little boy sometimes. The next time Mr. Havisham met him, he saw that this last was quite true. As his coop turned the corner he caught sight of a group of small boys, who were evidently much excited. Two of them were about to run a race, and one of them was his young lordship, and he was shouting and making as much noise as the noisiest of his companions. He stood side by side with another boy, one little red leg advanced a step. One to make ready yelled the starter, two to be steady, free, and away. Mr. Havisham found himself leaning out of the window of his coop with a curious feeling of interest. He really never remembered having seen anything quite like the way in which his lordship's lordly little red legs flew up behind his knicker-bockers, and tore over the ground as he shot out in the race at the signal word. He shut his small hands and set his face against the wind, his bright hair streamed out behind. Hurray! said Errol, all the boys shouted, dancing and shrieking with excitement. Hurray, Billy Williams! Hurray, Settie! Hurray, Billy! Hurray, ray, ray! I really believe he is going to win, said Mr. Havisham. The way in which the red legs flew and flashed up and down, the shrieks of the boys, the wild efforts of Billy Williams, whose brown legs were not to be despised, as they followed closely in the rear of the red legs, made him feel some excitement. I really can't help hoping he will win, he said, with an apologetic sort of cough. At that moment the wildest yell of all went up from the dancing, hopping boys. With one last frantic leap, the future Earl of Dorncourt had reached the lamppost at the end of the block and touched it, just two seconds before Billy Williams flung himself at it, panting. Three cheers for Settie Earl, yelled the little boys. Hurray for Settie Earl! Mr. Havisham drew his head in at the window of his coop and leaned back with a dry smile. Bravo, Lord Fauntleroy, he said! As his carriage stopped before the door of Mrs. Earl's house, the victor and the vanquished were coming toward it, attended by the clamoring crew. Cedric walked by Billy Williams and was speaking to him. His elated little face was very red. His curls clung to his hot, moist forehead. His hands were in his pockets. You see, he was saying, evidently with the intention of making defeat easy for his unsuccessful rival, I guess I won because my legs are a little longer than yours. I guess that was it. You see, I'm three days older than you. And that gives me a vantage. I'm three days older. In this view of the case seemed to cheer Billy Williams so much that it began to smile in the world again, and felt able to swagger a little almost as if he had won the race instead of losing it. Somehow Settie Earl had a way of making people feel comfortable. Even in the first flush of his triumphs he had remembered that the person who was beaten might not feel so gay as he did, and might like to think that he might have been the winner under different circumstances. That morning Mr. Havisham had quite a long conversation with the winner of the race. A conversation which made him smile his dry smile and rub his chin with his bony hands several times. Mrs. Earl had been called out of the parlor, and the lawyer and Cedric were left together. At first Mr. Havisham wondered what he should say to his small companion. He had an idea that perhaps it would be best to say several things which might prepare Cedric for meeting his grandfather, and perhaps for the great change that was to come to him. He could see that Cedric had not the least idea of the sort of thing he was to see when he reached England, or of the sort of home that waited for him there. He did not even know yet that his mother was not to live in the same house with him. They had thought it best to let him get over the first shock before telling him. Mr. Havisham sat in an arm chair on one side of the open window. On the other side was another still larger chair, and Cedric sat in that and looked at Mr. Havisham. He sat well back in the depths of his big seat, his curly head against the cushion back, his legs crossed, and his hands thrust deep into his pockets, in a quite Mr. Hobbs-like way. He had been watching Mr. Havisham very steadily when his mama had been in the room, and after she had gone he still looked at him in respectful thoughtfulness. There was a short silence after Mrs. Errol went out, and Cedric seemed to be studying Mr. Havisham, and Mr. Havisham was certainly studying Cedric. He could not make up his mind as to what an elderly gentleman should say to a little boy who won races, and wore short knicker-bockers and red stockings on legs, which were not long enough to hang over a big chair when he sat well back in it. But Cedric relieved him by suddenly beginning the conversation himself. Do you know, he said, I don't know what an Earl is? Don't you, said Mr. Havisham? No, replied Ceddie, and I think when a boy is going to be one he ought to know, don't you? Well, yes, answered Mr. Havisham. Would you mind, said Ceddie, respectfully? Would you mind explaining it to me? Sometimes when he used his long words he did not pronounce them quite correctly. What made him an Earl? A king or queen in the first place, said Mr. Havisham. Generally he has made an Earl because he has done some service to his sovereign, or some great deed. Oh! said Cedric, that's like the President. Is it? said Mr. Havisham. Is that why your Presidents are elected? Yes, entered Ceddie cheerfully. When a man is very good and knows a great deal, he is elected President. They have torchlight processions and bands, and everyone makes speeches. I used to think I might perhaps be a President, but I never thought of being an Earl. I didn't know about Earl's, he said rather hastily. Lest Mr. Havisham might feel it impolite in him not to have wished to be one. If I had known about them, I daresay I should have thought I should like to be one. It is rather different from being a President, said Mr. Havisham. Is it? asked Cedric. How? Are there no torchlight processions? Mr. Havisham crossed his own legs and put the tips of his fingers carefully together. He thought perhaps the time had come to explain matters rather more clearly. An Earl is, is a very important person, he began. So was a President put in Ceddie. The torchlight processions are five miles long, and they shoot up rockets and the band plays. Mr. Hobbes took me to see them. An Earl, Mr. Havisham went on, feeling rather uncertain of his ground, is frequently a very ancient lineage. What's that? asked Cedric. A 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 daresay she is of ancient Linn. Lennage? 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 anyone that's so poor, and has such ancient Linn—Lennage? 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'm afraid you did not quite understand me, he explained. When I said ancient Linnage, 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, said he, I've heard of him ever since I was born, and he was known about long before that. Mr. Hobb 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 Doroncourt, said Mr. Havisham solemnly, was created an Earl four hundred years ago. Well well said, said he, that was a long time ago. Did you tell dearest that? It would interest her very much. Will tell her when she comes in. She always likes to hear curious 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 a 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. Do you, said Mr. Havisham, and why? Well, explained Cedric, there are so many things a person can do with money. You see, there's the apple-woman. If I were very rich, I should buy her a little tent to put her stall in, and a little stove. And then I should give her a dollar every morning it rained, so that she could afford to stay at home. And then, oh! I'd give her a shawl. And you see, her bones wouldn't feel so badly. Her bones are not like our bones, they hurt her when she moves. It's very painful when your bones hurt you. If I were rich enough to do all those things for her, I guess her bones would be all right. Ahem! said Mr. Havisham, and what else would you do if you were rich? Oh! I'd do a great many things. Of course I should buy dearest all sorts of beautiful things, needle-books and fans, and gold thimbles and rings, and an encyclopedia, and a carriage so that she needn't have to wait for the street-cars. If she liked pink silk-dresses, I should buy her some, but she likes black best. But I'd take her to the big stores and tell her to look round and choose for herself. And then Dick. Who is Dick? asked Mr. Havisham. Dick is a boot-black, said his young lordship, quite warming up in his interest in plans so exciting. He is one of the nicest boot-blacks you ever knew. He stands at the corner of a street downtown. I've known him for years. Once when I was very little I was walking out with dearest, and she bought me a beautiful ball that bounced. And I was carrying it, and it bounced in the middle of the street where the carriages and horses were. When I was so disappointed I began to cry. I was very little, I had kilts on. And Dick was blacking a man's shoes, and he said, Hello, and he ran in between the horses and caught the ball for me, and wiped it off with his coat, and gave it to me and said, It's all right, youngen. So dearest admired him very much, and so did I. And ever since then, when we go downtown, we talk to him. He says, Hello, and I say, Hello, and then we talk a little, and he tells me how trade is. It's been bad lately. And what would you like to do for him, inquired the lawyer, rubbing his chin and smiling a queer smile? Well, said Lord Fauntleroy, settling himself in his chair with a business heir, I'd buy Jake out. And who is Jake, Mr. Havisham asked? He's Dick's partner. And he is the worst partner a fellow could have, Dick says so. He isn't a credit to the business, and he isn't square. He cheats, and that makes Dick mad. It would make you mad, you know, if you were blacking boots as hard as you could, and being square all the time, and your partner wasn't square at all. People like Dick, but they don't like Jake, and so sometimes they don't come twice. So if I were rich, I'd buy Jake out and get Dick a boss sign. He says a boss sign goes a long way, and I'd get him some new clothes and new brushes and start him out fair. He says all he wants is to start out fair. There could have been nothing more confiding and innocent than the way in which his small lordship told his little story, quoting his friend Dick's bits of slang in the most candid, good faith. He seemed to feel not a shade of doubt that his elderly companion would be just as interested as he was himself. And in truth Mr. Havisham was beginning to be greatly interested. But perhaps not quite so much in Dick and the Applewoman as in this kind little lordling, whose curly head was so busy under its yellow thatch with good-natured plans for his friends, and who seemed somehow to have forgotten himself altogether. Is there anything he began? What would you get for yourself if you were rich? Lots of things answered Lord Fauntleroy briskly, but first I'd give Mary some money for Bridget, that's her sister, with twelve children and a husband out of work. She comes here and cries, and dearest gives her things in a basket, and then she cries again and says, Blessings beyond yeas for a beautiful lady. And I think Mr. Hobbs would like a gold watch and chain to remember me by, and a Mersham pipe. And then I'd like to get up a company. A company, exclaimed Mr. Havisham, like a Republican rally, explained Cedric, becoming quite excited. I'd have torches and uniforms and things for all the boys and myself too, and we'd march, you know, and drill. That's what I should like for myself, if I were rich. The door opened and Mrs. Errol came in. I am sorry to have been obliged to leave you so long, she said to Mr. Havisham, but a poor woman who was in great trouble came to see me. This young gentleman, said Mr. Havisham, has been telling me about some of his friends and what he would do for them if he were rich. Bridget is one of his friends, said Mrs. Errol, and it is Bridget to whom I have been talking in the kitchen. She is in great trouble now because her husband has rheumatic fever. Cedric slipped down out of his big chair. I think I'll go and see her, he said, and ask her how he is. He's a nice man when he is well. I'm obliged to him because he once made me a sword out of wood. He's a very talented man. He ran out of the room and Mr. Havisham rose from his chair. He seemed to have something in his mind which he wished to speak of. He hesitated a moment then said looking down at Mrs. Errol. Before I left Doran Court Castle I had an interview with the Earl in which he gave me some instructions. He is desirous that his grandson should look forward with some pleasure to his future life in England and also to his acquaintance with himself. He said that I must let his lordship know that the change in his life would bring him money and the pleasures children enjoy. If he expressed any wishes I was to gratify them and to tell him that his grandfather had given him what he wished. I am aware that the Earl did not expect anything quite like this, but if it would give Lord Fauntleroy pleasure to assist this poor woman I should feel that the Earl would be displeased if he were not gratified. For the second time he did not repeat the Earl's exact words. His lordship had indeed said, Make the lad understand that I can give him anything he wants. Let him know what it is to be the grandson of the Earl of Doran Court. Buy him everything he takes a fancy to. Let him have money in his pockets and tell him his grandfather put it there. His motives were far from being good, and if he had been dealing with the nature less affectionate and warmhearted than little Lord Fauntleroy's great harm might have been done. And Cedric's mother was too gentle to suspect any harm. She thought that perhaps this meant that a lonely and happy old man whose children were dead wished to be kind to her little boy and win his love and confidence. And it pleased her very much to think that Seddy would be able to help Bridget. It made her happier to know that the very first result of the strange fortune which had befallen her little boy was that he could do kind things for those who needed kindness. Quite a warm color bloomed on her pretty young face. Oh! she said, that was very kind of the Earl. Cedric will be so glad. He has always been fond of Bridget and Michael. They are quite deserving. I have often wished I have been able to help them more. Michael is a hard-working man when he is well. But he has been ill a long time, and needs expensive medicines and warm clothing and nourishing food. He and Bridget will not be wasteful of what has given them. Mr. Havisham put his thin hand in his breast pocket and drew forth a large pocket-book. There was a queer look in his queen face. The truth was he was wondering what the Earl of Dorncourt would say when he was told what was the first wish of his grandson that had been granted. He wondered what the cross-worldly selfish old nobleman would think of it. I do not know that you have realized, he said, that the Earl of Dorncourt is an exceedingly rich man. He can afford to gratify any Caprice. I think it would please him to know that Lord Fauntleroy had been indulged in any fancy. If you will call him back and allow me, I shall give him five pounds for these people. That would be twenty-five dollars, exclaimed Mrs. Earl. It would seem like wealth to them. I can scarcely believe that it is true. It is quite true, said Mr. Havisham, with a dry smile. A great change is taking place in your son's life. A great deal of power will lie in his hands. Oh! cried his mother, and he is such a little boy, a very little boy. How can I teach him to use it well? It makes me half afraid, my pretty little setty. The lawyer slightly cleared his throat. It touched his worldly hard old heart to see the tender timid look in her brown eyes. I think, madam, he said, that if I may judge from my interview with Lord Fauntleroy this morning, the next Earl of Dorncourt will think for others as well as for his noble self. He is only a child yet, but I think he may be trusted. Then his mother went for Cedric and brought him back into the parlour. Mr. Havisham heard him talking before he entered the room. It's in fam-natory rheumatism, he was saying, and that's a kind of rheumatism that's dreadful, and he thinks about the rent not being paid, and Bridget says that makes the information worse, and Pat could get a place in a store if he had some clothes. His little face looked quite anxious when he came in. He was very sorry for Bridget. Dearest said, you wanted me, he said to Mr. Havisham, I've been talking to Bridget. Mr. Havisham looked down at him a moment. He felt a little awkward and undecided. As Cedric's mother had said, he was a very little boy. The Earl of Dorincourt he began, and then he glanced involuntarily at Mrs. Errol. Little Lord Fauntleroy's mother suddenly kneeled down by him and put both her tender arms around his childish body. Sedy, she said, the Earl is your grand-papa, your own papa's father. He is very, very kind, and he loves you and wishes you to love him, because the sons who were his little boys are dead. He wishes you to be happy and to make other people happy. He is very rich and he wishes you to have everything you would like to have. He told Mr. Havisham so, and gave him a great deal of money for you. You can give some to Bridget now, enough to pay her rent and buy Michael everything. Isn't that fine, Ceddie, isn't he good? When she kissed the child on his round cheek, where the bright colour suddenly flashed up in his excited amazement. He looked from his mother to Mr. Havisham. Can I have it now, he cried? Can I give it to her this minute? She's just going. Mr. Havisham handed in the money. It was in fresh, clean green-backs and made a neat roll. Ceddie flew out of the room with it. Bridget, they heard him shout as he tore into the kitchen. Bridget, wait a minute. Here's some money. It's for you and you can pay the rent. My grand-papa gave it to me. It's for you and Michael. Oh, Master Ceddie cried Bridget in an ostrich in voice. It's twenty-five dollars is here. Where be's the mistress? I think I shall have to go and explain it to her, Mrs. Errol said. So she too went out of the room and Mr. Havisham was left alone for a while. He went to the window and stood looking out in the street reflectively. He was thinking of the old Earl of Dorencourt sitting in his great, splendid, gloomy library at the castle, gaudy and lonely, surrounded by grandeur and luxury, but not really loved by anyone, because in all his long life he had never really loved anyone but himself. He had been selfish and self-indulgent and arrogant and passionate. He had cared so much for the Earl of Dorencourt and his pleasures that there had been no time for him to think of other people. All his wealth and power, all the benefits from his noble name and high rank, had seemed to him to be things only to be used to amuse and give pleasure to the Earl of Dorencourt. And now that he was an old man, all this excitement and self-indulgence had only brought him ill health and irritability and a dislike of the world, which certainly disliked him. In spite of all his splendor there was never a more unpopular old nobleman than the Earl of Dorencourt, and there scarcely could have been a more lonely one. He could fill his castle with guests if he chose, he could give great dinners and splendid hunting parties, but he knew that in secret the people who would accept his invitations were afraid of his frowning old face and sarcastic biting speeches. He had a cruel tongue and a bitter nature, and he took pleasure in sneering at people and making them feel uncomfortable when he had the power to do so, because they were sensitive or proud or timid. Mr. Havisham knew his hard-fierce ways by heart, and he was thinking of him as he looked out of the window into the narrow quiet street. And there rose in his mind, in sharp contrast, the picture of the cheery handsome little fellow sitting in the big chair and telling his story of his friends, Dick and the Apple-woman, in his generous, innocent, honest way, and he thought of the immense income, the beautiful majestic estates, the wealth, and power for good or evil, which in the course of time would lie in the small, chubby hands little Lord Fauntleroy thrust so deep into his pockets. "'It will make a great difference,' he said to himself. "'It will make a great difference.'" Cedric and his mother came back soon after. Cedric was in high spirits. He sat down in his own chair, between his mother and the lawyer, and fell into one of his quaint attitudes with his hands on his knees. He was glowing with enjoyment of Bridget's relief and rapture. She cried, he said. She said she was crying for joy. I never saw anyone cry for joy before. My grand-papa must be a very good man. I didn't know he was so good a man. It's more, more agreeabler, to be an earl than I thought it was. I'm almost glad. I'm almost quite glad I'm going to be one. CHAPTER III. OF LITTLE LORD Fauntleroy. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading by Kara Schellenberg. Little Lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodgson Burnett. CHAPTER III. Cedric's good opinion of the advantages of being an earl increased greatly during the next week. It seemed almost impossible for him to realize that there was scarcely anything he might wish to do which he could not do easily. In fact, I think it may be said that he did not fully realize it at all. But at least he understood, after a few conversations with Mr. Havisham, that he could gratify all his nearest wishes, and he proceeded to gratify them with a simplicity and delight which caused Mr. Havisham much diversion. In the week before they sailed for England he did many curious things. The lawyer long after remembered the morning when they went downtown together to pay a visit to Dick, and the afternoon they so amazed the Applewoman of ancient lineage by stopping before her stall and telling her she was to have a tent, and a stove, and a shawl, and a sum of money which seemed to her quite wonderful. For I have to go to England and be a lord, explained Cedric, sweet-temperately, and I shouldn't like to have your bones on my mind every time it rained. My own bones never hurt, so I think I don't know how painful a person's bones can be, but I've sympathized with you a great deal, and I hope you'll be better. She's a very good Applewoman," he said to Mr. Havisham, as they walked away, leaving the proprietress of the stall almost gasping for breath, and not at all believing in her great fortune. Once, when I fell down and cut my knee, she gave me an apple for nothing. I've always remembered her for it. You know you always remember people who are kind to you. It had never occurred to his honest, simple little mind that there were people who could forget kindnesses. The interview with Dick was quite exciting. Dick had just been having a great deal of trouble with Jake, and was in low spirits when they saw him. His amazement, when Cedric calmly announced that they had come to give him what seemed a very great thing to him, and would set all his troubles right, almost struck him dumb. Lord Fauntleroy's manner of announcing the object of his visit was very simple and unceremonious. Mr. Havisham was much impressed by its directness as he stood by and listened. The statement that his old friend had become a lord, and was in danger of being an earl if he lived long enough, caused Dick to so open his eyes and mouth and start that his cap fell off. When he picked it up he uttered a rather singular exclamation. Mr. Havisham thought it singular, but Cedric had heard it before. �I sigh!� he said, �what are you giving us?� This plainly embarrassed his lordship a little, but he bore himself bravely. �Everybody thinks it not true at first,� he said. �Mr. Hobbes thought I had had a sunstroke. I didn't think I was going to like it myself, but I like it better now I'm used to it. The one who is the earl now, he's my grand-papa, and he wants me to do anything I like. He's very kind, if he is an earl, and he sent me a lot of money by Mr. Havisham, and I've brought some to you to buy Jake out. And the end of the matter was that Dick actually bought Jake out and found himself the possessor of the business and some new brushes and a most astonishing sign and outfit. He could not be leave in his good luck any more easily than the apple-woman of ancient lineage could be leave in hers. He walked about like a boot-black in a dream. He stared at his young benefactor and felt as if he might wake up at any moment. He scarcely seemed to realize anything until Cedric put out his hand to shake hands with him before going away. �Well, good-bye� he said. And though he tried to speak steadily there was a little tremble in his voice, and he winked his big brown eyes. �And I hope trade will be good. I'm sorry I'm going away to leave you, but perhaps I shall come back again when I'm an earl. And I wish you'd write to me, because we were always good friends. And if you write to me, here's where you must send your letter.� And he gave him a slip of paper. �And my name isn't Cedric Arrell any more. It's Lord Fauntleroy, and—and �Good-bye, Dick� Dick winked his eyes also, and yet they looked rather moist about the lashes. He was not an educated boot-black, and he would have found it difficult to tell what he felt just then if he had tried. Perhaps that was why he didn't try, and only winked his eyes and swallowed a lump in his throat. �I wish he wasn't going away� he said in a husky voice. Then he winked his eyes again. Then he looked at Mr. Havisham and touched his cap. �Thank you, sir, for bringing him down here and for what you've done. He's—he's a queer little feller� he added. �I've always thought a heap of him. He's such a game, little feller, and—and such a queer little one.� And when they turned away he stood and looked after them in a dazed kind of way, and there was still a mist in his eyes and a lump in his throat, as he watched the gallant little figure marching gaily along by the side of its tall, rigid escort. Until the day of his departure his lordship spent as much time as possible with Mr. Hobbes in the store. Gloom had settled upon Mr. Hobbes. He was much depressed in spirits. When his young friend brought to him in triumph the parting gift of a gold watch and chain, Mr. Hobbes found it difficult to acknowledge it properly. He laid the case on his stout knee and blew his nose violently several times. �There's something written on it,� said Cedric, �inside the case. I told the man myself what to say. From his oldest friend, Lord Fauntleroi, to Mr. Hobbes, when this you see, remember me. I don't want you to forget me.� Mr. Hobbes blew his nose very loudly again. �I shan't forget you,� he said, speaking a trifle huskily, as Dick had spoken. �Nor don't you go and forget me when you get among the British aristocracy.� �I shouldn't forget you, whoever I was among,� answered his lordship. �I've spent my happiest hours with you. At least some of my happiest hours. I hope you'll come to see me some time. I'm sure my grandpa would be very much pleased. Perhaps he'll write and ask you when I tell him about you. You wouldn't mind his being an Earl, would you? I mean, you wouldn't stay away just because he was one, if he invited you to come.� �I'd come to see you,� replied Mr. Hobbes graciously. So it seemed to be agreed that if he received a pressing invitation from the Earl to come and spend a few months at Doran Court Castle, he was to lay aside his republican prejudices and pack his valise at once. At last all the preparations were complete. The day came when the trunks were taken to the steamer and the hour arrived when the carriage stood at the door. Then a curious feeling of loneliness came upon the little boy. His mama had been shut up in her room for some time. When she came down the stairs her eyes looked large and wet and her sweet mouth was trembling. Cedric went to her and she bent down to him and he put his arms around her and they kissed each other. He knew something made them both sorry, though he scarcely knew what it was, but one tender little thought rose to his lips. �We liked this little house, dearest, didn't we?� he said. �We always will like it, won't we?� �Yes, yes� she answered in a low sweet voice. �Yes, darling.� And then they went into the carriage and Cedric sat very close to her and as she looked back out of the window he looked at her and stroked her hand and held it close. And then it seemed almost directly they were on the steamer in the midst of the wildest bustle and confusion. Carriages were driving down and leaving passengers, passengers were getting into a state of excitement about baggage which had not arrived and threatened to be too late. Big trunks and cases were being bumped down and dragged about. Sailors were uncoiling ropes and hurrying to and fro. Officers were giving orders. Ladies and gentlemen and children and nurses were coming on board. Some were laughing and looked gay, some were silent and sad. Here and there two or three were crying and touching their eyes with their handkerchiefs. Cedric found something to interest him on every side. He looked at the piles of rope, at the furrowed sails, at the tall, tall masts which seemed almost to touch the hot blue sky. He began to make plans for conversing with the sailors and gaining some information on the subject of pirates. It was just at the very last when he was standing leaning on the railing of the upper deck and watching the final preparations, enjoying the excitement and the shouts of the sailors and wharfmen, that his attention was called to a slight bustle in one of the groups not far from him. Someone was hurriedly forcing his way through this group and coming toward him. It was a boy with something red in his hand. It was Dick. He came up to Cedric, quite breathless. I've run all the way, he said. I've come down a sea off. Trade's been prime. I bought this for you out of what I made yesterday. You can wear it when you get among the swells. I lost the paper when I was trying to get through them fellers downstairs. They didn't want to let me up. It's a handkercher. He poured it all forth as if in one sentence. A bell rang, and he made a leap away before Cedric had time to speak. Good-bye, he panted. Wear it when you get among the swells. And he darted off and was gone. A few seconds later they saw him struggle through the crowd on the lower deck and rush on shore just before the gang-plank was drawn in. He stood on the wharf and waved his cap. Cedric held the handkerchief in his hand. It was of bright red silk ornamented with purple horseshoes and horses' heads. There was a great straining and creaking and confusion. The people on the wharf began to shout to their friends, and the people on the steamer shouted back. Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye, old fellow! Everyone seemed to be saying, Don't forget us! Right when you get to Liverpool! Good-bye! Good-bye! Little Lord Fauntleroy leaned forward and waved the red handkerchief. Good-bye, Dick! he shouted lustily. Thank you! Good-bye, Dick! And the big steamer moved away and the people cheered again, and Cedric's mother drew the veil over her eyes, and on the shore there was left great confusion. But Dick saw nothing save that bright childish face and the bright hair that the sun shone on and the breeze lifted, and he heard nothing but the hearty childish voice calling. Bye, Dick! As Little Lord Fauntleroy steamed slowly away from the home of his birth to the unknown land of his ancestors. CHAPTER IV. OF LITTLE LORD Fauntleroy. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading by Kara Schellenberg. Little Lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodgson Burnett. CHAPTER IV. It was during the voyage that Cedric's mother told him that his home was not to be hers, and when he first understood it, his grief was so great that Mr. Havisham saw that the Earl had been wise in making the arrangements that his mother should be quite near him and see him often. For it was very plain he could not have borne the separation otherwise. But his mother managed the little fellow so sweetly and lovingly and made him feel that she would be so near him that, after a while, he ceased to be oppressed by the fear of any real parting. My house is not far from the castle, said he. She repeated each time the subject was referred to. A very little way from yours, and you can always run in and see me every day, and you will have so many things to tell me, and we shall be so happy together. It is a beautiful place. Your papa has often told me about it. He loved it very much, and you will love it too. I should love it better if you were there, his small lordship said, with a heavy little sigh. He could not but feel puzzled by so strange a state of affairs, which could put his dearest in one house and himself in another. The fact was that Mrs. Errol had thought it better not to tell him why this plan had been made. I should prefer he should not be told, she said to Mr. Havisham. He would not really understand. He would only be shocked and hurt, and I feel sure that his feeling for the Earl will be a more natural and affectionate one if he does not know that his grandfather dislikes me so bitterly. He has never seen hatred or hardness, and it would be a great blow to him to find out that anyone could hate me. He is so loving himself, and I am so dear to him. It is better for him that he should not be told until he is much older, and it is far better for the Earl. It would make a barrier between them, even though said he is such a child. So Cedric only knew that there was some mysterious reason for the arrangement, some reason which he was not old enough to understand, but which would be explained when he was older. He was puzzled, but after all it was not the reason he cared about so much, and after many talks with his mother, in which she comforted him and placed before him the bright side of the picture, the dark side of it gradually began to fade out, though now and then Mr. Havisham saw him sitting in some queer little old fashioned attitude, watching the sea, with a very grave face, and more than once he heard an unchildish sigh rise to his lips. I don't like it, he said once, as he was having one of his almost venerable talks with the lawyer. You don't know how much I don't like it, but there are a great many troubles in this world, and you have to bear them. Mary says so, and I've heard Mr. Hobbes say it too. And dearest wants me to like to live with my grand-papa because you see all his children are dead, and that's very mournful. It makes you sorry for a man when all his children have died, and one was killed suddenly. One of the things which always delighted the people who made the acquaintance of his young lordship was the sage little air he wore at times when he gave himself up to conversation. Combined with his occasionally elderly remarks and the extreme innocence and seriousness of his round childish face, it was irresistible. He was such a handsome, blooming, curly-headed little fellow that, when he sat down and nursed his knee with his chubby hands, and conversed with much gravity, he was a source of great entertainment to his hearers. Finally Mr. Havisham had begun to derive a great deal of private pleasure and amusement from his society. "'And so you are going to try to like the Earl?' he said. "'Yes,' answered his lordship. "'He's my relation, and of course you have to like your relations, and besides he's been very kind to me. When a person does so many things for you, and wants you to have everything you wish for, of course you'd like him if he wasn't your relation, but when he's your relation and does that, why, you're very fond of him. Do you think,' suggested Mr. Havisham, "'that he will be fond of you?' "'Well,' said Cedric, "'I think he will, because you see, I'm his relation, too, and I'm his boy's little boy besides, and, well, don't you see, of course he must be fond of me now, or he wouldn't want me to have everything that I like, and he wouldn't have sent you for me.' "'Oh!' remarked the lawyer. "'That's it, is it?' "'Yes,' said Cedric. "'That's it. Don't you think that's it, too? Of course a man would be fond of his grandson. The people who had been seasick had no sooner recovered from their seasickness and come on deck to recline in their steamer-chairs and enjoy themselves than every one seemed to know the romantic story of little Lord Fauntleroy, and every one took an interest in the little fellow, who ran about the ship, or walked with his mother or the tall, thin old lawyer, or talked to the sailors. Everyone liked him. He made friends everywhere. He was ever ready to make friends. When the gentlemen walked up and down the deck and let him walk with them, he stepped out with a manly, sturdy little tramp, and answered all their jokes with much gay enjoyment. When the ladies talked to him there was always laughter in the group of which he was the center. When he played with the children there was always magnificent fun on hand. Among the sailors he had the heartiest friends. He heard miraculous stories about pirates and shipwrecks and desert islands. He learned to splice ropes and rig toy ships and gained an amount of information concerning topsoils and mainsails quite surprising. His conversation had indeed quite a nautical flavor at times, and on one occasion he raised a shout of laughter in a group of ladies and gentlemen who were sitting on deck, wrapped in shawls and overcoats, by saying sweetly and with a very engaging expression. Shiver my timbers, but it's a cold day. It surprised him when they laughed. He had picked up the seafaring remark from an elderly naval man of the name of Jerry, who told him stories in which it occurred frequently. To judge from his stories of his own adventures Jerry had made some two or three thousand voyages and had been invariably shipwrecked on each occasion on an island densely populated with bloodthirsty cannibals. Judging also by these same exciting adventures he had been partially roasted and eaten frequently and had been scalped some fifteen or twenty times. That is why he is so bald, explained Lord Fauntleroy to his mamma. After you have been scalped several times the hair never grows again. Jerry's never grew again after that last time, when the king of the Paro Maca-Weakens did it with the knife made out of the skull of the chief of the Wapsle-Mumpkes. He says it was one of the most serious times he ever had. He was so frightened that his hair stood right straight up when the king flourished his knife, and it never would lie down, and the king wears it that way now, and it looks something like a hair brush. I never heard anything like the experiences Jerry has had. I should so like to tell Mr. Hobbs about them. Sometimes when the weather was very disagreeable and people were kept below decks in the saloon a party of his grown-up friends would persuade him to tell them some of these experiences of Jerry's, and as he sat relating them with great delight and fervour there was certainly no more popular voyager on any ocean steamer crossing the Atlantic than little Lord Fauntleroy. He was always innocently and good-naturedly ready to do his small best to add to the general entertainment, and there was a charm in the very unconsciousness of his own childish importance. Jerry's stories interest them very much, he said to his mamma. For my part, you must excuse me, dearest, but sometimes I should have thought they couldn't be all quite true if they hadn't happened to Jerry himself, but as they all happened to Jerry, well, it's very strange, you know, and perhaps sometimes he may forget and be a little mistaken as he's been scalped so often. Being scalped a great many times might make a person forgetful. It was eleven days after he had said good-bye to his friend Dick before he reached Liverpool, and it was on the night of the twelfth day that the carriage in which he and his mother and Mr. Havisham had driven from the station stopped before the gates of Court Lodge. They could not see much of the house in the darkness. Said Rick only saw that there was a driveway under great arching trees, and after the carriage had rolled down this driveway a short distance he saw an open door and a stream of bright light coming through it. Mary had come with them to attend her mistress, and she had reached the house before them. When said Rick jumped out of the carriage he saw one or two servants standing in the wide bright hall, and Mary stood in the doorway. Lord Fauntleroi sprang at her with a gay little shout. Did you get here, Mary? He said. Here's Mary, dearest, and he kissed the maid on her rough red cheek. I am glad you are here, Mary. Mrs. Errol said to her in a low voice. It is such a comfort to me to see you. It takes the strangeness away. And she held out her little hand which Mary squeezed encouragingly. She knew how this first strangeness must feel to this little mother who had left her own land and was about to give up her child. The English servants looked with curiosity at both the boy and his mother. They had heard all sorts of rumours about them both. They knew how angry the old Earl had been, and why Mrs. Errol was to live at the lodge and her little boy at the castle. They knew all about the great fortune he was to inherit, and about the savage old grandfather and his gout and his tempers. He'll have no easy time of it, poor little chap, they had said among themselves. But they did not know what sort of a little lord had come among them. They did not quite understand the character of the next Earl of Doroncourt. He pulled off his overcoat quite as if he were used to doing things for himself, and began to look about him. He looked about the broad hall, at the pictures and stags, antlers, and curious things that ornamented it. They seemed curious to him because he had never seen such things before in a private house. Dearest, he said, this is a very pretty house, isn't it? I am glad you are going to live here. It's quite a large house. It was quite a large house compared to the one in the shabby New York Street, and it was very pretty and cheerful. Mary led them upstairs to a bright, chintz-hung bedroom where a fire was burning, and a large, snow-white Persian cat was sleeping luxuriously on the white fur hearth rug. It was the housekeeper up at the castle, ma'am, sent her to you, explained Mary. It's herself as a kind-hearted lady, and has had everything done to prepare for you. I seen her myself a few minutes, and she was fond of the captain, ma'am, and graves for him. And she is said to say the big cat sleeping on the rug might make the room same home-like to you. She knelt cap-narrel when he was a boy, and a fine handsome boy, she says he was, and a fine young man with a pleasant word for every one, great and small, and I says to her, says I. He is lift-a-bye that's like him, ma'am, for a finer little fella never slipped in shoe-leather. When they were ready they went downstairs into another big bright room. Its ceiling was low, and the furniture was heavy and beautifully carved. The chairs were deep, and had high, massive backs, and there were queer shelves and cabinets with strange, pretty ornaments on them. There was a great tiger-skin before the fire, and an arm-chair on each side of it. The stately white cat had responded to Lord Fauntleroy's stroking, and followed him downstairs, and when he threw himself down upon the rug she curled herself up grandly beside him, as if she intended to make friends. Cedric was so pleased that he put his head down by hers and lay stroking her, not noticing what his mother and Mr. Havisham were saying. They were, indeed, speaking in a rather low tone. Mrs. Errol looked a little pale and agitated. He need not go to-night, she said. He will stay with me to-night. Yes, answered Mr. Havisham in the same low tone. It will not be necessary for him to go to-night. I, myself, will go to the castle as soon as we have dined, and inform the Earl of our arrival. Mrs. Errol glanced down at Cedric. He was lying in a graceful careless attitude upon the black and yellow skin. The fire shone on his handsome, flushed little face, and on the tumbled curly hair spread out on the rug. The big cat was purring and drowsy content. She liked the caressing touch of the kind little hand on her fur. Mrs. Errol smiled faintly. His lordship does not know all that he is taking from me, she said rather sadly. Then she looked at the lawyer. Will you tell him, if you please, she said, that I should rather not have the money? The money, Mr. Havisham exclaimed. You cannot mean the income he proposed to settle upon you. Yes, she answered quite simply. I think I should rather not have it. I am obliged to accept the house, and I thank him for it, because it makes it possible for me to be near my child. But I have a little money of my own, enough to live simply upon, and I should rather not take the other. As he dislikes me so much I should feel a little as if I were selling Cedric to him. I am giving him up only because I love him enough to forget myself for his good, and because his father would wish it to be so. Mr. Havisham rubbed his chin. This is very strange, he said. He will be very angry. He won't understand it. I think he will understand it after he thinks it over, she said. I do not really need the money, and why should I accept luxuries from the man who hates me so much that he takes my little boy from me, his son's child? Mr. Havisham looked reflective for a few moments. I will deliver your message, he said afterward. And then the dinner was brought in, and they sat down together, the big cat taking a seat on a chair near Cedric's and purring majestically throughout the meal. When, later in the evening, Mr. Havisham presented himself at the castle, he was taken at once to the Earl. He found him sitting by the fire in a luxurious easy-chair, his foot on a gout-stool. He looked at the lawyer sharply from under his shaggy eyebrows, but Mr. Havisham could see that, in spite of his pretense at calmness, he was nervous and secretly excited. Well, he said, well, Havisham, come back have you, what's the news? Lord Fauntleroy and his mother are at court lodge, replied Mr. Havisham. They bore the voyage very well, and are in excellent health. The Earl made a half-impatient sound, and moved his hand restlessly. Glad to hear it, he said brusquely. So far so good. Make yourself comfortable, have a glass of wine, and settle down. What else? His lordship remains with his mother to-night. To-morrow I will bring him to the castle. The Earl's elbow was resting on the arm of his chair. He put his hand up, and shielded his eyes with it. Well, he said, go on, you know I told you not to write to me about the matter, and I know nothing whatever about it. What kind of a lad is he? I don't care about the mother. What sort of a lad is he? Mr. Havisham drank a little of the glass of port he had poured out for himself, and sat holding it in his hand. It is rather difficult to judge the character of a child of seven, he said cautiously. The Earl's prejudices were very intense. He looked up quickly, and uttered a rough word. A fool is he, he exclaimed, or a clumsy cub, his American blood tells, does it? I do not think it has injured him, my lord, replied the lawyer in his dry, deliberate fashion. I don't know much about children, but I thought him rather a fine lad. His manner of speech was always deliberate and unenthusiastic, but he made it a trifle more so than usual. He had a shrewd fancy that it would be better that the Earl should judge for himself, and be quite unprepared for his first interview with his grandson. Healthy and well-grown? asked my lord. Apparently very healthy and quite well-grown, replied the lawyer. Straight-limbed, and well enough to look at? demanded the Earl. A very slight smile touched Mr. Havisham's thin lips. There rose up before his mind's eye the picture he had left at Court Lodge, the beautiful, graceful child's body lying upon the tiger-skin in careless comfort, the bright, tumbled hair spread on the rug, the bright, rosy boy's face. Rather a handsome boy, I think, my lord, as boys go, he said, though I am scarcely a judge perhaps, but you will find him somewhat different than most English children, I daresay. I haven't a doubt of that, snarled the Earl, a twinge of gout seizing him. A lot of impudent little beggars, those American children, I've heard that often enough. But his not exactly impudence in his case, said Mr. Havisham. I can scarcely describe what the difference is. He has lived more with older people than with children, and the difference seems to be a mixture of maturity and childishness. American impudence, protested the Earl. I've heard of it before. They call it precocity and freedom. Beastly impudent bad manners, that's what it is. Mr. Havisham drank some more port. He seldom argued with his lordly patron, never when his lordly patron's noble leg was inflamed by gout. At such times it was always better to leave him alone, so there was a silence of a few moments. It was Mr. Havisham who broke it. I have a message to deliver from Mrs. Earl, he remarked. I don't want any of her messages, growled his lordship, the less I hear of her the better. This is a rather important one, explained the lawyer. She prefers not to accept the income you propose to settle on her. The Earl started visibly. What's that? he cried out. What's that? Mr. Havisham repeated his words. She says it is not necessary, and that, as the relations between you are not friendly. Not friendly! ejaculated my lord savagely. I should say they were not friendly. I hate to think of her, a mercenary, sharp-voiced American. I don't wish to see her. My lord! said Mr. Havisham. You can scarcely call her mercenary. She has asked for nothing. She does not accept the money you offer her. All done for effect! snapped his noble lordship. She wants to wheedle me into seeing her. She thinks I shall admire her spirit. I don't admire it. It's only American independence. I won't have her living like a beggar at my park gates. As she's the boy's mother, she has a position to keep up, and she shall keep it up. She shall have the money, whether she likes it or not. She won't spend it, said Mr. Havisham. I don't care whether she spends it or not, blustered my lord. She shall have it sent to her. She shan't tell people that she has to live like a pauper because I have done nothing for her. She wants to give the boy a bad opinion of me. I suppose she has poisoned his mind against me already. No, said Mr. Havisham. I have another message which will prove to you that she has not done that. I don't want to hear it! panted the earl, out of breath with anger and excitement and gout. But Mr. Havisham delivered it. He asks you not to let Lord Fauntleroy hear anything which would lead him to understand that you separate him from her because of your prejudice against her. He is very fond of her, and she is convinced that it would cause a barrier to exist between you. She says he would not comprehend it, and it might make him fear you in some measure, or at least cause him to feel less affection for you. She has told him that he is too young to understand the reason, but shall hear it when he is older. She wishes that there should be no shadow on your first meeting. The earl sank back into his chair. His deep-set, fierce old eyes gleamed under his beatling brows. Come now, he said, still breathlessly. Come now! You don't mean the mother hasn't told him. Not one word, my lord. Reply the lawyer Cooley. That I can assure you. The child is prepared to believe you the most amiable and affectionate of grandparents. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has been said to him to give him the slightest doubt of your perfection. And as I carried out your commands in every detail while in New York, he certainly regards you as a wonder of generosity. He does, eh? said the earl. I give you my word of honour, said Mr. Havisham, that Lord Fondleroy's impressions of you will depend entirely upon yourself. And if you will pardon the liberty I take in making the suggestion, I think you will succeed better with him if you take the precaution not to speak slightingly of his mother. Poo-poo! said the earl. The youngster is only seven years old. He has spent those seven years at his mother's side, returned Mr. Havisham. And she has all his affection.