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It had never been even + mentioned to him. He knew that his papa had been an Englishman, because + his mamma 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 + mamma 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. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + He felt her arms tremble, and so he turned his curly head and looked in + her face. There was something in it that made him feel that he was going + to cry. + </p> + <p> + “Dearest,” he said, “is he well?” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Then, 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 mamma 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 to her, 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 mamma 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 mamma was an orphan, and quite + alone in the world when his papa had married her. She was very pretty, and + had been living as 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 every one 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 Eton, 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 honor 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 way 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 any one trouble; in the + second place, he had so sweet a temper and ways so charming that he was a + pleasure to every one; 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-colored 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 + every one was his friend, and when any one 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 + groceryman at the corner, who was considered the crossest creature alive—who + was not pleased to see him and speak to him. And every month of his life + he grew handsomer and more interesting. + </p> + <p> + When he was old enough to walk out with his nurse, dragging a small wagon + and wearing a short white kilt skirt, and a big white hat set back on his + curly yellow hair, he was so handsome and strong and rosy that he + attracted every one's attention, and his nurse would come home and tell + his mamma 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 this 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 every one, and wished to make + every one 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 mamma + 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. + </p> + <p> + So when he knew his papa would come back no more, and saw how very sad his + mamma 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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—sometimes stories, and sometimes big books such as + older people read, and sometimes even the newspaper; and often at such + times Mary, in the kitchen, would hear Mrs. Errol laughing with delight at + the quaint things he said. + </p> + <p> + “And, indade,” said Mary to the groceryman, “nobody cud help laughin' at + the quare little ways of him—and his ould-fashioned sayin's! Didn't + he come into my kitchen the noight the new Prisident was nominated and + shtand afore the fire, lookin' loike a pictur', wid his hands in his + shmall pockets, an' his innocent bit of a face as sayrious as a jedge? An' + sez he to me: 'Mary,' sez he, 'I'm very much int'rusted in the 'lection,' + sez he. 'I'm a 'publican, an' so is Dearest. Are you a 'publican, Mary?' + 'Sorra a bit,' sez I; 'I'm the bist o' dimmycrats!' An' he looks up at me + wid a look that ud go to yer heart, an' sez he: 'Mary,' sez he, 'the + country will go to ruin.' An' nivver a day since thin has he let go by + widout argyin' wid me to change me polytics.” + </p> + <p> + 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 mamma make his small suits and keep them in order. + </p> + <p> + “'Ristycratic, is it?” she would say. “Faith, an' I'd loike to see the + choild on Fifth Avey-NOO as looks loike him an' shteps out as handsome as + himself. An' ivvery man, woman, and choild lookin' afther him in his bit + of a black velvet skirt made out of the misthress's ould gownd; an' his + little head up, an' his curly hair flyin' an' shinin'. It's loike a young + lord he looks.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric did not know that he looked like a young lord; he did not know what + a lord was. His greatest friend was the groceryman at the corner—the + cross groceryman, who was never cross to him. His name was Mr. Hobbs, 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. + Hobbs 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. Hobbs + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 mamma. + It was, perhaps, Mr. Hobbs who gave him his first interest in politics. + Mr. Hobbs was fond of reading the newspapers, and so Cedric heard a great + deal about what was going on in Washington; and Mr. Hobbs 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. Hobbs + and Cedric the country might have been wrecked. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs took him to see a great torchlight procession, and many of the + men who carried torches remembered afterward a stout man who stood near a + lamp-post and held on his shoulder a handsome little shouting boy, who + waved his cap in the air. + </p> + <p> + It was not long after this election, when Cedric was between 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. Hobbs about England and the Queen, and + Mr. Hobbs had said some very severe things about the aristocracy, being + specially indignant against earls and marquises. 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. Hobbs looking very fierce + over a piece of the Illustrated London News, which contained a picture of + some court ceremony. + </p> + <p> + “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 'em up sky-high,—earls + and marquises and all! It's coming, and they may look out for it!” + </p> + <p> + Cedric had perched himself as usual on the high stool and pushed his hat + back, and put his hands in his pockets in delicate compliment to Mr. + Hobbs. + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever know many marquises, Mr. Hobbs?” Cedric inquired,—“or + earls?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Mr. Hobbs, with indignation; “I guess not. I'd like to + catch one of 'em inside here; that's all! I'll have no grasping tyrants + sittin' 'round on my cracker-barrels!” + </p> + <p> + And he was so proud of the sentiment that he looked around proudly and + mopped his forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps they wouldn't be earls if they knew any better,” said Cedric, + feeling some vague sympathy for their unhappy condition. + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn't they!” said Mr. Hobbs. “They just glory in it! It's in 'em. + They're a bad lot.” + </p> + <p> + They were in the midst of their conversation, when Mary appeared. + </p> + <p> + Cedric thought she had come to buy some sugar, perhaps, but she had not. + She looked almost pale and as if she were excited about something. + </p> + <p> + “Come home, darlint,” she said; “the misthress is wantin' yez.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric slipped down from his stool. + </p> + <p> + “Does she want me to go out with her, Mary?” he asked. “Good-morning, Mr. + Hobbs. I'll see you again.” + </p> + <p> + He was surprised to see Mary staring at him in a dumfounded fashion, and + he wondered why she kept shaking her head. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter, Mary?” he said. “Is it the hot weather?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mary; “but there's strange things happenin' to us.” + </p> + <p> + “Has the sun given Dearest a headache?” he inquired anxiously. + </p> + <p> + But it was not that. When he reached his own house there was a coupe + standing before the door and some one was in the little parlor talking to + his mamma. Mary hurried him upstairs and put on his best summer suit of + cream-colored flannel, with the red scarf around his waist, and combed out + his curly locks. + </p> + <p> + “Lords, is it?” he heard her say. “An' the nobility an' gintry. Och! bad + cess to them! Lords, indade—worse luck.” + </p> + <p> + It was really very puzzling, but he felt sure his mamma would tell him + what all the excitement meant, so he allowed Mary to bemoan herself + without asking many questions. When he was dressed, he ran downstairs and + went into the parlor. A tall, thin old gentleman with a sharp face was + sitting in an arm-chair. His mother was standing near by with a pale face, + and he saw that there were tears in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! Ceddie!” she cried out, and ran to her little boy and caught him in + her arms and kissed him in a frightened, troubled way. “Oh! Ceddie, + darling!” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + He seemed not at all displeased. + </p> + <p> + “And so,” he said at last, slowly,—“and so this is little Lord + Fauntleroy.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II + </h2> + <p> + 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 mamma 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. Hobbs would think of it. It began with earls: his + grandpapa, 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 grandpapa's death—and for the present he was Lord + Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + He turned quite pale when he was first told of it. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! Dearest!” he said, “I should rather not be an earl. None of the boys + are earls. Can't I NOT be one?” + </p> + <p> + 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 mamma thought he must go. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Ceddie shook his head mournfully. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + When Mr. Havisham—who was the family lawyer of the Earl of + Dorincourt, 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 grand estates and tenantry. 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” said Mr. Hobbs. “Mornin'!” + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning,” said Cedric. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” he said again. + </p> + <p> + Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hobbs,” he said, “do you remember what we were talking about + yesterday morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” replied Mr. Hobbs,—“seems to me it was England.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Cedric; “but just when Mary came for me, you know?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head. + </p> + <p> + “We WAS mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, “and—and earls; don't you + know?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes,” returned Mr. Hobbs; “we DID touch 'em up a little; that's so!” + </p> + <p> + Cedric flushed up to the curly bang on 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. + </p> + <p> + “You said,” he proceeded, “that you wouldn't have them sitting 'round on + your cracker-barrels.” + </p> + <p> + “So I did!” returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. “And I meant it. Let 'em try it—that's + all!” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hobbs,” said Cedric, “one is sitting on this box now!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair. + </p> + <p> + “What!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” Cedric announced, with due modesty; “<i>I</i> am one—or I am + going to be. I won't deceive you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look at the + thermometer. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + He put his big hand on the little boy's hair. This was more embarrassing + than ever. + </p> + <p> + “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 mamma, and he is a lawyer.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with his + handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “ONE of us has got a sunstroke!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “No,” returned 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 grandpapa sent him.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face before him. + </p> + <p> + “Who is your grandfather?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't easily remember it, so I wrote it down on this,” he said. And + he read aloud slowly: “'John Arthur Molyneux Errol, Earl of Dorincourt.' + 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 + is no one but me,—no boy,—and so I have to be one; and my + grandpapa has sent for me to come to England.” + </p> + <p> + 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 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. + </p> + <p> + “Wha—what did you say your name was?” Mr. Hobbs inquired. + </p> + <p> + “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!'” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Hobbs, “I'll be—jiggered!” + </p> + <p> + This was an exclamation he always used when he was very much astonished or + excited. He could think of nothing else to say just at that puzzling + moment. + </p> + <p> + Cedric felt it to be quite a proper and suitable ejaculation. His respect + and affection for Mr. Hobbs were 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. + </p> + <p> + He looked at Mr. Hobbs wistfully. + </p> + <p> + “England is a long way off, isn't it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “It's across the Atlantic Ocean,” Mr. Hobbs answered. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “The best of friends must part,” said Mr. Hobbs. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Cedric, “we have been friends for a great many years, haven't + we?” + </p> + <p> + “Ever since you was born,” Mr. Hobbs answered. “You was about six weeks + old when you was first walked out on this street.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” remarked Cedric, with a sigh, “I never thought I should have to be + an earl then!” + </p> + <p> + “You think,” said Mr. Hobbs, “there's no getting out of it?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + His conversation with Mr. Hobbs was a long and serious one. Once having + got over the first shock, Mr. Hobbs was not so rancorous 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 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 Dorincourt 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 Dorincourt. 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 Dorincourt Castle + and Wyndham Towers and Chorlworth, 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. + </p> + <p> + 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; the 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. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all bad so far,” he had said to himself; “but perhaps the + Captain's taste predominated.” But when Mrs. Errol 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 stiff old 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. Hobbs. 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. + </p> + <p> + When he first told Mrs. Errol what he had come for, she turned very pale. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she said; “will he have to be taken away from me? We love each other + so much! He is 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. + </p> + <p> + The lawyer cleared his throat. + </p> + <p> + “I am obliged to tell you,” he said, “that the Earl of Dorincourt is not—is + not very friendly toward you. He is an old man, and his prejudices are + very strong. He has 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 shall be + educated under his own supervision; that he shall live with him. The Earl + is attached to Dorincourt 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 Dorincourt. 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—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.” + </p> + <p> + He felt a little uneasy lest she should begin to cry or make a scene, as + he knew some women would have done. It embarrassed and annoyed him to see + women cry. + </p> + <p> + 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 steady herself. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Errol was very fond of Dorincourt,” 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.” + </p> + <p> + Then she came back to the table and stood looking up at Mr. Havisham very + gently. + </p> + <p> + “My husband would wish it,” she said. “It will be best for my little boy. + I know—I am sure the 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.” + </p> + <p> + “She thinks very little of herself,” the lawyer thought. “She does not + make any terms for herself.” + </p> + <p> + “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 insure his + happiness. The Earl of Dorincourt will be as anxious for his comfort and + well-being as you yourself could be.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope,” said the tender little mother, in a rather broken voice, “that + his grandfather will love Ceddie. The little boy has a very affectionate + nature; and he has always been loved.” + </p> + <p> + 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 Ceddie were at all a credit + to his name, his grandfather would be proud of him. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham preferred to express his noble patron's offer in smoother and + more courteous language. + </p> + <p> + He had another slight shock when Mrs. Errol asked Mary to find her little + boy and bring him to her, and Mary told her where he was. + </p> + <p> + “Sure I'll foind him aisy enough, ma'am,” she said; “for it's wid Mr. + Hobbs he is this minnit, settin' on his high shtool by the counther an' + talkin' pollytics, most loikely, or enj'yin' hisself among the soap an' + candles an' pertaties, as sinsible an' shwate as ye plase.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hobbs has known him all his life,” Mrs. Errol said to the lawyer. “He + is very kind to Ceddie, and there is a great friendship between them.” + </p> + <p> + 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 grocerymen, 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? + </p> + <p> + He was thinking uneasily about this as he talked to Mrs. Errol 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “He is the best-bred-looking and handsomest little fellow I ever saw,” was + what Mr. Havisham thought. What he said aloud was simply, “And so this is + little Lord Fauntleroy.” + </p> + <p> + And, after this, the more he saw of 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 girls and boys, + who were strictly taken 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 Ceddie more + than he had noticed other children; but, however that was, he certainly + found himself noticing him a great deal. + </p> + <p> + 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. Hobbs. 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. + </p> + <p> + “He seems to be a very mature little fellow,” Mr. Havisham said to the + mother. + </p> + <p> + “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 grownup 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.” + </p> + <p> + The next time Mr. Havisham met him, he saw that this last was quite true. + As his coupe 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. + </p> + <p> + “One, to make ready!” yelled the starter. “Two, to be steady. Three—and + away!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham found himself leaning out of the window of his coupe 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 knickerbockers 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. + </p> + <p> + “Hooray, Ced Errol!” all the boys shouted, dancing and shrieking with + excitement. “Hooray, Billy Williams! Hooray, Ceddie! Hooray, Billy! + Hooray! 'Ray! 'Ray!” + </p> + <p> + “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—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 Dorincourt had reached the lamp-post at the end of the + block and touched it, just two seconds before Billy Williams flung himself + at it, panting. + </p> + <p> + “Three cheers for Ceddie Errol!” yelled the little boys. “Hooray for + Ceddie Errol!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham drew his head in at the window of his coupe and leaned back + with a dry smile. + </p> + <p> + “Bravo, Lord Fauntleroy!” he said. + </p> + <p> + As his carriage stopped before the door of Mrs. Errol'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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + And this view of the case seemed to cheer Billy Williams so much that he + began to smile on the world again, and felt able to swagger a little, + almost as if he had won the race instead of losing it. Somehow, Ceddie + Errol had a way of making people feel comfortable. Even in the first flush + of his triumphs, he 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 hand several times. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Errol 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 cushioned 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 mamma had been in the room, + and after she was 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 + knickerbockers and red stockings on legs which were not long enough to + hang over a big chair when he sat well back in it. + </p> + <p> + But Cedric relieved him by suddenly beginning the conversation himself. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” he said, “I don't know what an earl is?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you?” said Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Ceddie. “And I think when a boy is going to be one, he ought + to know. Don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—yes,” answered Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “Would you mind,” said Ceddie respectfully—“would you mind + 'splaining it to me?” (Sometimes when he used his long words he did not + pronounce them quite correctly.) “What made him an earl?” + </p> + <p> + “A king or queen, in the first place,” said Mr. Havisham. “Generally, he + is made an earl because he has done some service to his sovereign, or some + great deed.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Cedric; “that's like the President.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it?” said Mr. Havisham. “Is that why your presidents are elected?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Ceddie cheerfully. “When a man is very good and knows a + great deal, he is elected president. They have torch-light processions and + bands, and everybody 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 + earls,” he said, rather hastily, lest Mr. Havisham might feel it impolite + in him not to have wished to be one,—“if I'd known about them, I + dare say I should have thought I should like to be one.” + </p> + <p> + “It is rather different from being a president,” said Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “Is it?” asked Cedric. “How? Are there no torch-light processions?” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “An earl is—is a very important person,” he began. + </p> + <p> + “So is a president!” put in Ceddie. “The torch-light processions are five + miles long, and they shoot up rockets, and the band plays! Mr. Hobbs took + me to see them.” + </p> + <p> + “An earl,” Mr. Havisham went on, feeling rather uncertain of his ground, + “is frequently of very ancient lineage——” + </p> + <p> + “What's that?” asked Ceddie. + </p> + <p> + “Of very old family—extremely old.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Cedric, thrusting his hands deeper into his pockets. “I suppose + that is the way with the apple-woman near the park. I dare say she is of + ancient lin-lenage. She is so old it would surprise you how she can stand + up. She's a hundred, I should think, and yet she is out there when it + rains, even. I'm sorry for her, and so are the other boys. Billy Williams + once had nearly a dollar, and I asked him to buy five cents' worth of + apples from her every day until he had spent it all. That made twenty + days, and he grew tired of apples after a week; but then—it was + quite fortunate—a gentleman gave me fifty cents and I bought apples + from her instead. You feel sorry for any one that's so poor and has such + ancient lin-lenage. She says hers has gone into her bones and the rain + makes it worse.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham felt rather at a loss as he looked at his companion's + innocent, serious little face. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid you did not quite understand me,” he explained. “When I said + 'ancient lineage' I did not mean old age; I meant that the name of such a + family has been known in the world a long time; perhaps for hundreds of + years persons bearing that name have been known and spoken of in the + history of their country.” + </p> + <p> + “Like George Washington,” said Ceddie. “I've heard of him ever since I was + born, and he was known about, long before that. Mr. Hobbs says he will + never be forgotten. That's because of the Declaration of Independence, you + know, and the Fourth of July. You see, he was a very brave man.” + </p> + <p> + “The first Earl of Dorincourt,” said Mr. Havisham solemnly, “was created + an earl four hundred years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well!” said Ceddie. “That was a long time ago! Did you tell Dearest + that? It would int'rust her very much. We'll tell her when she comes in. + She always likes to hear cur'us things. What else does an earl do besides + being created?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “There is another advantage in being an earl, sometimes,” said Mr. + Havisham slowly, and he fixed his shrewd eyes on the little boy with a + rather curious expression. “Some earls have a great deal of money.” + </p> + <p> + He was curious because he wondered if his young friend knew what the power + of money was. + </p> + <p> + “That's a good thing to have,” said Ceddie innocently. “I wish I had a + great deal of money.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” said Mr. Havisham. “And why?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Ahem!” said Mr. Havisham. “And what else would you do if you were rich?” + </p> + <p> + “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——” + </p> + <p> + “Who is Dick?” asked Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “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 down-town. 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 into the middle of the street where the carriages and horses + were, and 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, young un.' + So Dearest admired him very much, and so did I, and ever since then, when + we go down-town, 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.” + </p> + <p> + “And what would you like to do for him?” inquired the lawyer, rubbing his + chin and smiling a queer smile. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Lord Fauntleroy, settling himself in his chair with a + business air, “I'd buy Jake out.” + </p> + <p> + “And who is Jake?” Mr. Havisham asked. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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 a 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 apple-woman 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. + </p> + <p> + “Is there anything——” he began. “What would you get for + yourself, if you were rich?” + </p> + <p> + “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: 'Blessin's be on + yez, for a beautiful lady.' And I think Mr. Hobbs would like a gold watch + and chain to remember me by, and a meerschaum pipe. And then I'd like to + get up a company.” + </p> + <p> + “A company!” exclaimed Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + The door opened and Mrs. Errol came in. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to have been obliged to leave you so long,” she said to Mr. + Havisham; “but a poor woman, who is in great trouble, came to see me.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric slipped down out of his big chair. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + He hesitated a moment, and then said, looking down at Mrs. Errol: + </p> + <p> + “Before I left Dorincourt 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 grand-father 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.” + </p> + <p> + For the second time, he did not repeat the Earl's exact words. His + lordship had, indeed, said: + </p> + <p> + “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 Dorincourt. Buy him + everything he takes a fancy to; let him have money in his pockets, and + tell him his grandfather put it there.” + </p> + <p> + His motives were far from being good, and if he had been dealing with a + nature less affectionate and warm-hearted 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, + unhappy 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 Ceddie 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. + </p> + <p> + “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 had 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 is given them.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham put his thin hand in his breast pocket and drew forth a large + pocket-book. There was a queer look in his keen face. The truth was, he + was wondering what the Earl of Dorincourt 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. + </p> + <p> + “I do not know that you have realized,” he said, “that the Earl of + Dorincourt 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.” + </p> + <p> + “That would be twenty-five dollars!” exclaimed Mrs. Errol. “It will seem + like wealth to them. I can scarcely believe that it is true.” + </p> + <p> + “It is quite true,” said Mr. Havisham, with his dry smile. “A great change + has taken place in your son's life, a great deal of power will lie in his + hands.” + </p> + <p> + “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 Ceddie!” + </p> + <p> + The lawyer slightly cleared his throat. It touched his worldly, hard old + heart to see the tender, timid look in her brown eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I think, madam,” he said, “that if I may judge from my interview with + Lord Fauntleroy this morning, the next Earl of Dorincourt will think for + others as well as for his noble self. He is only a child yet, but I think + he may be trusted.” + </p> + <p> + Then his mother went for Cedric and brought him back into the parlor. Mr. + Havisham heard him talking before he entered the room. + </p> + <p> + “It's infam-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 inf'ammation worse. And Pat could get a + place in a store if he had some clothes.” + </p> + <p> + His little face looked quite anxious when he came in. He was very sorry + for Bridget. + </p> + <p> + “Dearest said you wanted me,” he said to Mr. Havisham. “I've been talking + to Bridget.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “The Earl of Dorincourt——” he began, and then he glanced + involuntarily at Mrs. Errol. + </p> + <p> + Little Lord Fauntleroy's mother suddenly kneeled down by him and put both + her tender arms around his childish body. + </p> + <p> + “Ceddie,” she said, “the Earl is your grandpapa, 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?” And she kissed the child on his round cheek, where + the bright color suddenly flashed up in his excited amazement. + </p> + <p> + He looked from his mother to Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “Can I have it now?” he cried. “Can I give it to her this minute? She's + just going.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham handed him the money. It was in fresh, clean greenbacks and + made a neat roll. + </p> + <p> + Ceddie flew out of the room with it. + </p> + <p> + “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 grandpapa gave it to me. It's for you and Michael!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Master Ceddie!” cried Bridget, in an awe-stricken voice. “It's + twinty-foive dollars is here. Where be's the misthress?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I shall have to go and explain it to her,” Mrs. Errol said. + </p> + <p> + 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 into the street + reflectively. He was thinking of the old Earl of Dorincourt, sitting in + his great, splendid, gloomy library at the castle, gouty and lonely, + surrounded by grandeur and luxury, but not really loved by any one, + because in all his long life he had never really loved any one but + himself; he had been selfish and self-indulgent and arrogant and + passionate; he had cared so much for the Earl of Dorincourt 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 Dorincourt; 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 Dorincourt, and there could scarcely 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “It will make a great difference,” he said to himself. “It will make a + great difference.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “She cried!” he said. “She said she was crying for joy! I never saw any + one cry for joy before. My grandpapa 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.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III + </h2> + <p> + 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 they went + down-town together to pay a visit to Dick, and the afternoon they so + amazed the apple-woman 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. + </p> + <p> + “For I have to go to England and be a lord,” explained Cedric, + sweet-temperedly. “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.” + </p> + <p> + “She's a very good apple-woman,” 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.” + </p> + <p> + It had never occurred to his honest, simple little mind that there were + people who could forget kindnesses. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “I soy!” he said, “what're yer givin' us?” This plainly embarrassed his + lordship a little, but he bore himself bravely. + </p> + <p> + “Everybody thinks it not true at first,” he said. “Mr. Hobbs thought I'd + 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 + grandpapa; 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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 believe in his good luck + any more easily than the apple-woman of ancient lineage could believe 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. + </p> + <p> + “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'll 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 Errol any more; it's Lord Fauntleroy and—and good-bye, + Dick.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “I wish ye wasn't goin' away,” he said in a husky voice. Then he winked + his eyes again. Then he looked at Mr. Havisham, and touched his cap. + “Thanky, sir, fur bringin' him down here an' fur wot ye've done, He's—he's + a queer little feller,” he added. “I've allers thort a heap of him. He's + such a game little feller, an'—an' such a queer little un.” + </p> + <p> + 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 gayly along by the side + of its tall, rigid escort. + </p> + <p> + Until the day of his departure, his lordship spent as much time as + possible with Mr. Hobbs in the store. Gloom had settled upon Mr. Hobbs; 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. Hobbs found it + difficult to acknowledge it properly. He laid the case on his stout knee, + and blew his nose violently several times. + </p> + <p> + “There's something written on it,” said Cedric,—“inside the case. I + told the man myself what to say. 'From his oldest friend, Lord Fauntleroy, + to Mr. Hobbs. When this you see, remember me.' I don't want you to forget + me.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs blew his nose very loudly again. + </p> + <p> + “I sha'n'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 + arrystocracy.” + </p> + <p> + “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 sometime. I'm sure my grandpapa would + be very much pleased. Perhaps he'll write and ask you, when I tell him + about you. 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?” + </p> + <p> + “I'd come to see you,” replied Mr. Hobbs, graciously. + </p> + <p> + So it seemed to be agreed that if he received a pressing invitation from + the Earl to come and spend a few months at Dorincourt Castle, he was to + lay aside his republican prejudices and pack his valise at once. + </p> + <p> + 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 mamma 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. + </p> + <p> + “We liked this little house, Dearest, didn't we?” he said. “We always will + like it, won't we?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—yes,” she answered, in a low, sweet voice. “Yes, darling.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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 furled 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. Some + one 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. + </p> + <p> + “I've run all the way,” he said. “I've come down to see ye off. Trade's + been prime! I bought this for ye out o' what I made yesterday. Ye kin wear + it when ye get among the swells. I lost the paper when I was tryin' to get + through them fellers downstairs. They didn't want to let me up. It's a + hankercher.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye!” he panted. “Wear it when ye get among the swells.” And he + darted off and was gone. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + Cedric held the handkerchief in his hand. It was of bright red silk + ornamented with purple horseshoes and horses' heads. + </p> + <p> + 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: + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye, old fellow!” Every one seemed to be saying, + “Don't forget us. Write when you get to Liverpool. Good-bye! Good-bye!” + </p> + <p> + Little Lord Fauntleroy leaned forward and waved the red handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, Dick!” he shouted, lustily. “Thank you! Good-bye, Dick!” + </p> + <p> + 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 “Good-bye, Dick!” as little + Lord Fauntleroy steamed slowly away from the home of his birth to the + unknown land of his ancestors. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV + </h2> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “My house is not far from the Castle, Ceddie,” 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.” + </p> + <p> + “I should love it better if you were there,” his small lordship said, with + a heavy little sigh. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + The fact was that Mrs. Errol had thought it better not to tell him why + this plan had been made. + </p> + <p> + “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 any one 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 Ceddie is such a child.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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. Hobbs say it too. And Dearest wants + me to like to live with my grandpapa, 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. Gradually Mr. Havisham had + begun to derive a great deal of private pleasure and amusement from his + society. + </p> + <p> + “And so you are going to try to like the Earl,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think,” suggested Mr. Havisham, “that he will be fond of you?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” remarked the lawyer, “that's it, is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Cedric, “that's it. Don't you think that's it, too? Of course + a man would be fond of his grandson.” + </p> + <p> + 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. Every one 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 “tops'ls” and “mains'ls,” 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: + </p> + <p> + “Shiver my timbers, but it's a cold day!” + </p> + <p> + It surprised him when they laughed. He had picked up this sea-faring + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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 + Parromachaweekins did it with the knife made out of the skull of the Chief + of the Wopslemumpkies. 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 asperiences Jerry has had! I should so like to + tell Mr. Hobbs about them!” + </p> + <p> + 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 “asperiences” of Jerry's, and as he sat + relating them with great delight and fervor, 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. + </p> + <p> + “Jerry's stories int'rust 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. Cedric only saw that there was a drive-way + under great arching trees, and after the carriage had rolled down this + drive-way a short distance, he saw an open door and a stream of bright + light coming through it. + </p> + <p> + Mary had come with them to attend her mistress, and she had reached the + house before them. When Cedric jumped out of the carriage he saw one or + two servants standing in the wide, bright hall, and Mary stood in the + door-way. + </p> + <p> + Lord Fauntleroy sprang at her with a gay little shout. + </p> + <p> + “Did you get here, Mary?” he said. “Here's Mary, Dearest,” and he kissed + the maid on her rough red cheek. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + The English servants looked with curiosity at both the boy and his mother. + They had heard all sorts of rumors 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. + </p> + <p> + “He'll have no easy time of it, poor little chap,” they had said among + themselves. + </p> + <p> + 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 Dorincourt. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “It was the house-kaper up at the Castle, ma'am, sint her to yez,” + explained Mary. “It's herself is a kind-hearted lady an' has had + iverything done to prepar' fur yez. I seen her meself a few minnits, an' + she was fond av the Capt'in, ma'am, an' graivs fur him; and she said to + say the big cat slapin' on the rug moight make the room same homeloike to + yez. She knowed Capt'in Errol whin he was a bye—an' a foine handsum' + bye she ses he was, an' a foine young man wid a plisint word fur every + one, great an' shmall. An' ses I to her, ses I: 'He's lift a bye that's + loike him, ma'am, fur a foiner little felly niver sthipped in + shoe-leather.”' + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + They were, indeed, speaking in a rather low tone. Mrs. Errol looked a + little pale and agitated. + </p> + <p> + “He need not go to-night?” she said. “He will stay with me to-night?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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 in drowsy content,—she liked the caressing + touch of the kind little hand on her fur. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Errol smiled faintly. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + “The money!” Mr. Havisham exclaimed. “You can not mean the income he + proposed to settle upon you!” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham rubbed his chin. + </p> + <p> + “This is very strange,” he said. “He will be very angry. He won't + understand it.” + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham looked reflective for a few moments. + </p> + <p> + “I will deliver your message,” he said afterward. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said; “well, Havisham, come back, have you? What's the news?” + </p> + <p> + “Lord Fauntleroy and his mother are at Court Lodge,” replied Mr. Havisham. + “They bore the voyage very well and are in excellent health.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl made a half-impatient sound and moved his hand restlessly. + </p> + <p> + “Glad to hear it,” he said brusquely. “So far, so good. Make yourself + comfortable. Have a glass of wine and settle down. What else?” + </p> + <p> + “His lordship remains with his mother to-night. To-morrow I will bring him + to the Castle.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl's elbow was resting on the arm of his chair; he put his hand up + and shielded his eyes with it. + </p> + <p> + “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?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham drank a little of the glass of port he had poured out for + himself, and sat holding it in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “It is rather difficult to judge of the character of a child of seven,” he + said cautiously. + </p> + <p> + The Earl's prejudices were very intense. He looked up quickly and uttered + a rough word. + </p> + <p> + “A fool, is he?” he exclaimed. “Or a clumsy cub? His American blood tells, + does it?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Healthy and well-grown?” asked my lord. + </p> + <p> + “Apparently very healthy, and quite well-grown,” replied the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “Straight-limbed and well enough to look at?” demanded the Earl. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “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 + from most English children, I dare say.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “It is 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.” + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “I have a message to deliver from Mrs. Errol,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't want any of her messages!” growled his lordship; “the less I hear + of her the better.” + </p> + <p> + “This is a rather important one,” explained the lawyer. “She prefers not + to accept the income you proposed to settle on her.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl started visibly. + </p> + <p> + “What's that?” he cried out. “What's that?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham repeated his words. + </p> + <p> + “She says it is not necessary, and that as the relations between you are + not friendly——” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + “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!” + </p> + <p> + “She won't spend it,” said Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + “I don't care whether she spends it or not!” blustered my lord. “She shall + have it sent to her. She sha'n'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!” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mr. Havisham. “I have another message, which will prove to you + that she has not done that.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to hear it!” panted the Earl, out of breath with anger and + excitement and gout. + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Havisham delivered it. + </p> + <p> + “She 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.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl sank back into his chair. His deep-set fierce old eyes gleamed + under his beetling brows. + </p> + <p> + “Come, now!” he said, still breathlessly. “Come, now! You don't mean the + mother hasn't told him?” + </p> + <p> + “Not one word, my lord,” replied the lawyer coolly. “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.” + </p> + <p> + “He does, eh?” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I give you my word of honor,” said Mr. Havisham, “that Lord Fauntleroy'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.” + </p> + <p> + “Pooh, pooh!” said the Earl. “The youngster is only seven years old!” + </p> + <p> + “He has spent those seven years at his mother's side,” returned Mr. + Havisham; “and she has all his affection.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V + </h2> + <p> + It was late in the afternoon when the carriage containing little Lord + Fauntleroy and Mr. Havisham drove up the long avenue which led to the + castle. The Earl had given orders that his grandson should arrive in time + to dine with him; and for some reason best known to himself, he had also + ordered that the child should be sent alone into the room in which he + intended to receive him. As the carriage rolled up the avenue, Lord + Fauntleroy sat leaning comfortably against the luxurious cushions, and + regarded the prospect with great interest. He was, in fact, interested in + everything he saw. He had been interested in the carriage, with its large, + splendid horses and their glittering harness; he had been interested in + the tall coachman and footman, with their resplendent livery; and he had + been especially interested in the coronet on the panels, and had struck up + an acquaintance with the footman for the purpose of inquiring what it + meant. + </p> + <p> + When the carriage reached the great gates of the park, he looked out of + the window to get a good view of the huge stone lions ornamenting the + entrance. The gates were opened by a motherly, rosy-looking woman, who + came out of a pretty, ivy-covered lodge. Two children ran out of the door + of the house and stood looking with round, wide-open eyes at the little + boy in the carriage, who looked at them also. Their mother stood + courtesying and smiling, and the children, on receiving a sign from her, + made bobbing little courtesies too. + </p> + <p> + “Does she know me?” asked Lord Fauntleroy. “I think she must think she + knows me.” And he took off his black velvet cap to her and smiled. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do?” he said brightly. “Good-afternoon!” + </p> + <p> + The woman seemed pleased, he thought. The smile broadened on her rosy face + and a kind look came into her blue eyes. + </p> + <p> + “God bless your lordship!” she said. “God bless your pretty face! Good + luck and happiness to your lordship! Welcome to you!” + </p> + <p> + Lord Fauntleroy waved his cap and nodded to her again as the carriage + rolled by her. + </p> + <p> + “I like that woman,” he said. “She looks as if she liked boys. I should + like to come here and play with her children. I wonder if she has enough + to make up a company?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham did not tell him that he would scarcely be allowed to make + playmates of the gate-keeper's children. The lawyer thought there was time + enough for giving him that information. + </p> + <p> + The carriage rolled on and on between the great, beautiful trees which + grew on each side of the avenue and stretched their broad, swaying + branches in an arch across it. Cedric had never seen such trees,—they + were so grand and stately, and their branches grew so low down on their + huge trunks. He did not then know that Dorincourt Castle was one of the + most beautiful in all England; that its park was one of the broadest and + finest, and its trees and avenue almost without rivals. But he did know + that it was all very beautiful. He liked the big, broad-branched trees, + with the late afternoon sunlight striking golden lances through them. He + liked the perfect stillness which rested on everything. He felt a great, + strange pleasure in the beauty of which he caught glimpses under and + between the sweeping boughs—the great, beautiful spaces of the park, + with still other trees standing sometimes stately and alone, and sometimes + in groups. Now and then they passed places where tall ferns grew in + masses, and again and again the ground was azure with the bluebells + swaying in the soft breeze. Several times he started up with a laugh of + delight as a rabbit leaped up from under the greenery and scudded away + with a twinkle of short white tail behind it. Once a covey of partridges + rose with a sudden whir and flew away, and then he shouted and clapped his + hands. + </p> + <p> + “It's a beautiful place, isn't it?” he said to Mr. Havisham. “I never saw + such a beautiful place. It's prettier even than Central Park.” + </p> + <p> + He was rather puzzled by the length of time they were on their way. + </p> + <p> + “How far is it,” he said, at length, “from the gate to the front door?” + </p> + <p> + “It is between three and four miles,” answered the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “That's a long way for a person to live from his gate,” remarked his + lordship. + </p> + <p> + Every few minutes he saw something new to wonder at and admire. When he + caught sight of the deer, some couched in the grass, some standing with + their pretty antlered heads turned with a half-startled air toward the + avenue as the carriage wheels disturbed them, he was enchanted. + </p> + <p> + “Has there been a circus?” he cried; “or do they live here always? Whose + are they?” + </p> + <p> + “They live here,” Mr. Havisham told him. “They belong to the Earl, your + grandfather.” + </p> + <p> + It was not long after this that they saw the castle. It rose up before + them stately and beautiful and gray, the last rays of the sun casting + dazzling lights on its many windows. It had turrets and battlements and + towers; a great deal of ivy grew upon its walls; all the broad, open space + about it was laid out in terraces and lawns and beds of brilliant flowers. + </p> + <p> + “It's the most beautiful place I ever saw!” said Cedric, his round face + flushing with pleasure. “It reminds any one of a king's palace. I saw a + picture of one once in a fairy-book.” + </p> + <p> + He saw the great entrance-door thrown open and many servants standing in + two lines looking at him. He wondered why they were standing there, and + admired their liveries very much. He did not know that they were there to + do honor to the little boy to whom all this splendor would one day belong,—the + beautiful castle like the fairy king's palace, the magnificent park, the + grand old trees, the dells full of ferns and bluebells where the hares and + rabbits played, the dappled, large-eyed deer couching in the deep grass. + It was only a couple of weeks since he had sat with Mr. Hobbs among the + potatoes and canned peaches, with his legs dangling from the high stool; + it would not have been possible for him to realize that he had very much + to do with all this grandeur. At the head of the line of servants there + stood an elderly woman in a rich, plain black silk gown; she had gray hair + and wore a cap. As he entered the hall she stood nearer than the rest, and + the child thought from the look in her eyes that she was going to speak to + him. Mr. Havisham, who held his hand, paused a moment. + </p> + <p> + “This is Lord Fauntleroy, Mrs. Mellon,” he said. “Lord Fauntleroy, this is + Mrs. Mellon, who is the housekeeper.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric gave her his hand, his eyes lighting up. + </p> + <p> + “Was it you who sent the cat?” he said. “I'm much obliged to you, ma'am.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Mellon's handsome old face looked as pleased as the face of the + lodge-keeper's wife had done. + </p> + <p> + “I should know his lordship anywhere,” she said to Mr. Havisham. “He has + the Captain's face and way. It's a great day, this, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric wondered why it was a great day. He looked at Mrs. Mellon + curiously. It seemed to him for a moment as if there were tears in her + eyes, and yet it was evident she was not unhappy. She smiled down on him. + </p> + <p> + “The cat left two beautiful kittens here,” she said; “they shall be sent + up to your lordship's nursery.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham said a few words to her in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “In the library, sir,” Mrs. Mellon replied. “His lordship is to be taken + there alone.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes later, the very tall footman in livery, who had escorted + Cedric to the library door, opened it and announced: “Lord Fauntleroy, my + lord,” in quite a majestic tone. If he was only a footman, he felt it was + rather a grand occasion when the heir came home to his own land and + possessions, and was ushered into the presence of the old Earl, whose + place and title he was to take. + </p> + <p> + Cedric crossed the threshold into the room. It was a very large and + splendid room, with massive carven furniture in it, and shelves upon + shelves of books; the furniture was so dark, and the draperies so heavy, + the diamond-paned windows were so deep, and it seemed such a distance from + one end of it to the other, that, since the sun had gone down, the effect + of it all was rather gloomy. For a moment Cedric thought there was nobody + in the room, but soon he saw that by the fire burning on the wide hearth + there was a large easy-chair and that in that chair some one was sitting—some + one who did not at first turn to look at him. + </p> + <p> + But he had attracted attention in one quarter at least. On the floor, by + the arm-chair, lay a dog, a huge tawny mastiff, with body and limbs almost + as big as a lion's; and this great creature rose majestically and slowly, + and marched toward the little fellow with a heavy step. + </p> + <p> + Then the person in the chair spoke. “Dougal,” he called, “come back, sir.” + </p> + <p> + But there was no more fear in little Lord Fauntleroy's heart than there + was unkindness—he had been a brave little fellow all his life. He + put his hand on the big dog's collar in the most natural way in the world, + and they strayed forward together, Dougal sniffing as he went. + </p> + <p> + And then the Earl looked up. What Cedric saw was a large old man with + shaggy white hair and eyebrows, and a nose like an eagle's beak between + his deep, fierce eyes. What the Earl saw was a graceful, childish figure + in a black velvet suit, with a lace collar, and with love-locks waving + about the handsome, manly little face, whose eyes met his with a look of + innocent good-fellowship. If the Castle was like the palace in a fairy + story, it must be owned that little Lord Fauntleroy was himself rather + like a small copy of the fairy prince, though he was not at all aware of + the fact, and perhaps was rather a sturdy young model of a fairy. But + there was a sudden glow of triumph and exultation in the fiery old Earl's + heart as he saw what a strong, beautiful boy this grandson was, and how + unhesitatingly he looked up as he stood with his hand on the big dog's + neck. It pleased the grim old nobleman that the child should show no + shyness or fear, either of the dog or of himself. + </p> + <p> + Cedric looked at him just as he had looked at the woman at the lodge and + at the housekeeper, and came quite close to him. + </p> + <p> + “Are you the Earl?” he said. “I'm your grandson, you know, that Mr. + Havisham brought. I'm Lord Fauntleroy.” + </p> + <p> + He held out his hand because he thought it must be the polite and proper + thing to do even with earls. “I hope you are very well,” he continued, + with the utmost friendliness. “I'm very glad to see you.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl shook hands with him, with a curious gleam in his eyes; just at + first, he was so astonished that he scarcely knew what to say. He stared + at the picturesque little apparition from under his shaggy brows, and took + it all in from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + “Glad to see me, are you?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Lord Fauntleroy, “very.” + </p> + <p> + There was a chair near him, and he sat down on it; it was a high-backed, + rather tall chair, and his feet did not touch the floor when he had + settled himself in it, but he seemed to be quite comfortable as he sat + there, and regarded his august relative intently but modestly. + </p> + <p> + “I've kept wondering what you would look like,” he remarked. “I used to + lie in my berth in the ship and wonder if you would be anything like my + father.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I?” asked the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” Cedric replied, “I was very young when he died, and I may not + remember exactly how he looked, but I don't think you are like him.” + </p> + <p> + “You are disappointed, I suppose?” suggested his grandfather. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” responded Cedric politely. “Of course you would like any one to + look like your father; but of course you would enjoy the way your + grandfather looked, even if he wasn't like your father. You know how it is + yourself about admiring your relations.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl leaned back in his chair and stared. He could not be said to know + how it was about admiring his relations. He had employed most of his noble + leisure in quarreling violently with them, in turning them out of his + house, and applying abusive epithets to them; and they all hated him + cordially. + </p> + <p> + “Any boy would love his grandfather,” continued Lord Fauntleroy, + “especially one that had been as kind to him as you have been.” + </p> + <p> + Another queer gleam came into the old nobleman's eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” he said, “I have been kind to you, have I?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Lord Fauntleroy brightly; “I'm ever so much obliged to you + about Bridget, and the apple-woman, and Dick.” + </p> + <p> + “Bridget!” exclaimed the Earl. “Dick! The apple-woman!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” explained Cedric; “the ones you gave me all that money for—the + money you told Mr. Havisham to give me if I wanted it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” ejaculated his lordship. “That's it, is it? The money you were to + spend as you liked. What did you buy with it? I should like to hear + something about that.” + </p> + <p> + He drew his shaggy eyebrows together and looked at the child sharply. He + was secretly curious to know in what way the lad had indulged himself. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Lord Fauntleroy, “perhaps you didn't know about Dick and the + apple-woman and Bridget. I forgot you lived such a long way off from them. + They were particular friends of mine. And you see Michael had the fever——” + </p> + <p> + “Who's Michael?” asked the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Michael is Bridget's husband, and they were in great trouble. When a man + is sick and can't work and has twelve children, you know how it is. And + Michael has always been a sober man. And Bridget used to come to our house + and cry. And the evening Mr. Havisham was there, she was in the kitchen + crying, because they had almost nothing to eat and couldn't pay the rent; + and I went in to see her, and Mr. Havisham sent for me and he said you had + given him some money for me. And I ran as fast as I could into the kitchen + and gave it to Bridget; and that made it all right; and Bridget could + scarcely believe her eyes. That's why I'm so obliged to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said the Earl in his deep voice, “that was one of the things you did + for yourself, was it? What else?” + </p> + <p> + Dougal had been sitting by the tall chair; the great dog had taken its + place there when Cedric sat down. Several times it had turned and looked + up at the boy as if interested in the conversation. Dougal was a solemn + dog, who seemed to feel altogether too big to take life's responsibilities + lightly. The old Earl, who knew the dog well, had watched it with secret + interest. Dougal was not a dog whose habit it was to make acquaintances + rashly, and the Earl wondered somewhat to see how quietly the brute sat + under the touch of the childish hand. And, just at this moment, the big + dog gave little Lord Fauntleroy one more look of dignified scrutiny, and + deliberately laid its huge, lion-like head on the boy's black-velvet knee. + </p> + <p> + The small hand went on stroking this new friend as Cedric answered: + </p> + <p> + “Well, there was Dick,” he said. “You'd like Dick, he's so square.” + </p> + <p> + This was an Americanism the Earl was not prepared for. + </p> + <p> + “What does that mean?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + Lord Fauntleroy paused a moment to reflect. He was not very sure himself + what it meant. He had taken it for granted as meaning something very + creditable because Dick had been fond of using it. + </p> + <p> + “I think it means that he wouldn't cheat any one,” he exclaimed; “or hit a + boy who was under his size, and that he blacks people's boots very well + and makes them shine as much as he can. He's a perfessional bootblack.” + </p> + <p> + “And he's one of your acquaintances, is he?” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “He is an old friend of mine,” replied his grandson. “Not quite as old as + Mr. Hobbs, but quite old. He gave me a present just before the ship + sailed.” + </p> + <p> + He put his hand into his pocket and drew forth a neatly folded red object + and opened it with an air of affectionate pride. It was the red silk + handkerchief with the large purple horse-shoes and heads on it. + </p> + <p> + “He gave me this,” said his young lordship. “I shall keep it always. You + can wear it round your neck or keep it in your pocket. He bought it with + the first money he earned after I bought Jake out and gave him the new + brushes. It's a keepsake. I put some poetry in Mr. Hobbs's watch. It was, + 'When this you see, remember me.' When this I see, I shall always remember + Dick.” + </p> + <p> + The sensations of the Right Honorable the Earl of Dorincourt could + scarcely be described. He was not an old nobleman who was very easily + bewildered, because he had seen a great deal of the world; but here was + something he found so novel that it almost took his lordly breath away, + and caused him some singular emotions. He had never cared for children; he + had been so occupied with his own pleasures that he had never had time to + care for them. His own sons had not interested him when they were very + young—though sometimes he remembered having thought Cedric's father + a handsome and strong little fellow. He had been so selfish himself that + he had missed the pleasure of seeing unselfishness in others, and he had + not known how tender and faithful and affectionate a kind-hearted little + child can be, and how innocent and unconscious are its simple, generous + impulses. A boy had always seemed to him a most objectionable little + animal, selfish and greedy and boisterous when not under strict restraint; + his own two eldest sons had given their tutors constant trouble and + annoyance, and of the younger one he fancied he had heard few complaints + because the boy was of no particular importance. It had never once + occurred to him that he should like his grandson; he had sent for the + little Cedric because his pride impelled him to do so. If the boy was to + take his place in the future, he did not wish his name to be made + ridiculous by descending to an uneducated boor. He had been convinced the + boy would be a clownish fellow if he were brought up in America. He had no + feeling of affection for the lad; his only hope was that he should find + him decently well-featured, and with a respectable share of sense; he had + been so disappointed in his other sons, and had been made so furious by + Captain Errol's American marriage, that he had never once thought that + anything creditable could come of it. When the footman had announced Lord + Fauntleroy, he had almost dreaded to look at the boy lest he should find + him all that he had feared. It was because of this feeling that he had + ordered that the child should be sent to him alone. His pride could not + endure that others should see his disappointment if he was to be + disappointed. His proud, stubborn old heart therefore had leaped within + him when the boy came forward with his graceful, easy carriage, his + fearless hand on the big dog's neck. Even in the moments when he had hoped + the most, the Earl had never hoped that his grandson would look like that. + It seemed almost too good to be true that this should be the boy he had + dreaded to see—the child of the woman he so disliked—this + little fellow with so much beauty and such a brave, childish grace! The + Earl's stern composure was quite shaken by this startling surprise. + </p> + <p> + And then their talk began; and he was still more curiously moved, and more + and more puzzled. In the first place, he was so used to seeing people + rather afraid and embarrassed before him, that he had expected nothing + else but that his grandson would be timid or shy. But Cedric was no more + afraid of the Earl than he had been of Dougal. He was not bold; he was + only innocently friendly, and he was not conscious that there could be any + reason why he should be awkward or afraid. The Earl could not help seeing + that the little boy took him for a friend and treated him as one, without + having any doubt of him at all. It was quite plain as the little fellow + sat there in his tall chair and talked in his friendly way that it had + never occurred to him that this large, fierce-looking old man could be + anything but kind to him, and rather pleased to see him there. And it was + plain, too, that, in his childish way, he wished to please and interest + his grandfather. Cross, and hard-hearted, and worldly as the old Earl was, + he could not help feeling a secret and novel pleasure in this very + confidence. After all, it was not disagreeable to meet some one who did + not distrust him or shrink from him, or seem to detect the ugly part of + his nature; some one who looked at him with clear, unsuspecting eyes,—if + it was only a little boy in a black velvet suit. + </p> + <p> + So the old man leaned back in his chair, and led his young companion on to + telling him still more of himself, and with that odd gleam in his eyes + watched the little fellow as he talked. Lord Fauntleroy was quite willing + to answer all his questions and chatted on in his genial little way quite + composedly. He told him all about Dick and Jake, and the apple-woman, and + Mr. Hobbs; he described the Republican Rally in all the glory of its + banners and transparencies, torches and rockets. In the course of the + conversation, he reached the Fourth of July and the Revolution, and was + just becoming enthusiastic, when he suddenly recollected something and + stopped very abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter?” demanded his grandfather. “Why don't you go on?” + </p> + <p> + Lord Fauntleroy moved rather uneasily in his chair. It was evident to the + Earl that he was embarrassed by the thought which had just occurred to + him. + </p> + <p> + “I was just thinking that perhaps you mightn't like it,” he replied. + “Perhaps some one belonging to you might have been there. I forgot you + were an Englishman.” + </p> + <p> + “You can go on,” said my lord. “No one belonging to me was there. You + forgot you were an Englishman, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! no,” said Cedric quickly. “I'm an American!” + </p> + <p> + “You are an Englishman,” said the Earl grimly. “Your father was an + Englishman.” + </p> + <p> + It amused him a little to say this, but it did not amuse Cedric. The lad + had never thought of such a development as this. He felt himself grow + quite hot up to the roots of his hair. + </p> + <p> + “I was born in America,” he protested. “You have to be an American if you + are born in America. I beg your pardon,” with serious politeness and + delicacy, “for contradicting you. Mr. Hobbs told me, if there were another + war, you know, I should have to—to be an American.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl gave a grim half laugh—it was short and grim, but it was a + laugh. + </p> + <p> + “You would, would you?” he said. + </p> + <p> + He hated America and Americans, but it amused him to see how serious and + interested this small patriot was. He thought that so good an American + might make a rather good Englishman when he was a man. + </p> + <p> + They had not time to go very deep into the Revolution again—and + indeed Lord Fauntleroy felt some delicacy about returning to the subject—before + dinner was announced. + </p> + <p> + Cedric left his chair and went to his noble kinsman. He looked down at his + gouty foot. + </p> + <p> + “Would you like me to help you?” he said politely. “You could lean on me, + you know. Once when Mr. Hobbs hurt his foot with a potato-barrel rolling + on it, he used to lean on me.” + </p> + <p> + The big footman almost periled his reputation and his situation by + smiling. He was an aristocratic footman who had always lived in the best + of noble families, and he had never smiled; indeed, he would have felt + himself a disgraced and vulgar footman if he had allowed himself to be led + by any circumstance whatever into such an indiscretion as a smile. But he + had a very narrow escape. He only just saved himself by staring straight + over the Earl's head at a very ugly picture. + </p> + <p> + The Earl looked his valiant young relative over from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you could do it?” he asked gruffly. + </p> + <p> + “I THINK I could,” said Cedric. “I'm strong. I'm seven, you know. You + could lean on your stick on one side, and on me on the other. Dick says + I've a good deal of muscle for a boy that's only seven.” + </p> + <p> + He shut his hand and moved it upward to his shoulder, so that the Earl + might see the muscle Dick had kindly approved of, and his face was so + grave and earnest that the footman found it necessary to look very hard + indeed at the ugly picture. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the Earl, “you may try.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric gave him his stick and began to assist him to rise. Usually, the + footman did this, and was violently sworn at when his lordship had an + extra twinge of gout. The Earl was not a very polite person as a rule, and + many a time the huge footmen about him quaked inside their imposing + liveries. + </p> + <p> + But this evening he did not swear, though his gouty foot gave him more + twinges than one. He chose to try an experiment. He got up slowly and put + his hand on the small shoulder presented to him with so much courage. + Little Lord Fauntleroy made a careful step forward, looking down at the + gouty foot. + </p> + <p> + “Just lean on me,” he said, with encouraging good cheer. “I'll walk very + slowly.” + </p> + <p> + If the Earl had been supported by the footman he would have rested less on + his stick and more on his assistant's arm. And yet it was part of his + experiment to let his grandson feel his burden as no light weight. It was + quite a heavy weight indeed, and after a few steps his young lordship's + face grew quite hot, and his heart beat rather fast, but he braced himself + sturdily, remembering his muscle and Dick's approval of it. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be afraid of leaning on me,” he panted. “I'm all right—if—if + it isn't a very long way.” + </p> + <p> + It was not really very far to the dining-room, but it seemed rather a long + way to Cedric, before they reached the chair at the head of the table. The + hand on his shoulder seemed to grow heavier at every step, and his face + grew redder and hotter, and his breath shorter, but he never thought of + giving up; he stiffened his childish muscles, held his head erect, and + encouraged the Earl as he limped along. + </p> + <p> + “Does your foot hurt you very much when you stand on it?” he asked. “Did + you ever put it in hot water and mustard? Mr. Hobbs used to put his in hot + water. Arnica is a very nice thing, they tell me.” + </p> + <p> + The big dog stalked slowly beside them, and the big footman followed; + several times he looked very queer as he watched the little figure making + the very most of all its strength, and bearing its burden with such + good-will. The Earl, too, looked rather queer, once, as he glanced + sidewise down at the flushed little face. When they entered the room where + they were to dine, Cedric saw it was a very large and imposing one, and + that the footman who stood behind the chair at the head of the table + stared very hard as they came in. + </p> + <p> + But they reached the chair at last. The hand was removed from his + shoulder, and the Earl was fairly seated. + </p> + <p> + Cedric took out Dick's handkerchief and wiped his forehead. + </p> + <p> + “It's a warm night, isn't it?” he said. “Perhaps you need a fire because—because + of your foot, but it seems just a little warm to me.” + </p> + <p> + His delicate consideration for his noble relative's feelings was such that + he did not wish to seem to intimate that any of his surroundings were + unnecessary. + </p> + <p> + “You have been doing some rather hard work,” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no!” said Lord Fauntleroy, “it wasn't exactly hard, but I got a + little warm. A person will get warm in summer time.” + </p> + <p> + And he rubbed his damp curls rather vigorously with the gorgeous + handkerchief. His own chair was placed at the other end of the table, + opposite his grandfather's. It was a chair with arms, and intended for a + much larger individual than himself; indeed, everything he had seen so + far,—the great rooms, with their high ceilings, the massive + furniture, the big footman, the big dog, the Earl himself,—were all + of proportions calculated to make this little lad feel that he was very + small, indeed. But that did not trouble him; he had never thought himself + very large or important, and he was quite willing to accommodate himself + even to circumstances which rather overpowered him. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps he had never looked so little a fellow as when seated now in his + great chair, at the end of the table. Notwithstanding his solitary + existence, the Earl chose to live in some state. He was fond of his + dinner, and he dined in a formal style. Cedric looked at him across a + glitter of splendid glass and plate, which to his unaccustomed eyes seemed + quite dazzling. A stranger looking on might well have smiled at the + picture,—the great stately room, the big liveried servants, the + bright lights, the glittering silver and glass, the fierce-looking old + nobleman at the head of the table and the very small boy at the foot. + Dinner was usually a very serious matter with the Earl—and it was a + very serious matter with the cook, if his lordship was not pleased or had + an indifferent appetite. To-day, however, his appetite seemed a trifle + better than usual, perhaps because he had something to think of beside the + flavor of the entrees and the management of the gravies. His grandson gave + him something to think of. He kept looking at him across the table. He did + not say very much himself, but he managed to make the boy talk. He had + never imagined that he could be entertained by hearing a child talk, but + Lord Fauntleroy at once puzzled and amused him, and he kept remembering + how he had let the childish shoulder feel his weight just for the sake of + trying how far the boy's courage and endurance would go, and it pleased + him to know that his grandson had not quailed and had not seemed to think + even for a moment of giving up what he had undertaken to do. + </p> + <p> + “You don't wear your coronet all the time?” remarked Lord Fauntleroy + respectfully. + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied the Earl, with his grim smile; “it is not becoming to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hobbs said you always wore it,” said Cedric; “but after he thought it + over, he said he supposed you must sometimes take it off to put your hat + on.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the Earl, “I take it off occasionally.” + </p> + <p> + And one of the footmen suddenly turned aside and gave a singular little + cough behind his hand. + </p> + <p> + Cedric finished his dinner first, and then he leaned back in his chair and + took a survey of the room. + </p> + <p> + “You must be very proud of your house,” he said, “it's such a beautiful + house. I never saw anything so beautiful; but, of course, as I'm only + seven, I haven't seen much.” + </p> + <p> + “And you think I must be proud of it, do you?” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I should think any one would be proud of it,” replied Lord Fauntleroy. “I + should be proud of it if it were my house. Everything about it is + beautiful. And the park, and those trees,—how beautiful they are, + and how the leaves rustle!” + </p> + <p> + Then he paused an instant and looked across the table rather wistfully. + </p> + <p> + “It's a very big house for just two people to live in, isn't it?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “It is quite large enough for two,” answered the Earl. “Do you find it too + large?” + </p> + <p> + His little lordship hesitated a moment. + </p> + <p> + “I was only thinking,” he said, “that if two people lived in it who were + not very good companions, they might feel lonely sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I shall make a good companion?” inquired the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied Cedric, “I think you will. Mr. Hobbs and I were great + friends. He was the best friend I had except Dearest.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl made a quick movement of his bushy eyebrows. + </p> + <p> + “Who is Dearest?” + </p> + <p> + “She is my mother,” said Lord Fauntleroy, in a rather low, quiet little + voice. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps he was a trifle tired, as his bed-time was nearing, and perhaps + after the excitement of the last few days it was natural he should be + tired, so perhaps, too, the feeling of weariness brought to him a vague + sense of loneliness in the remembrance that to-night he was not to sleep + at home, watched over by the loving eyes of that “best friend” of his. + They had always been “best friends,” this boy and his young mother. He + could not help thinking of her, and the more he thought of her the less + was he inclined to talk, and by the time the dinner was at an end the Earl + saw that there was a faint shadow on his face. But Cedric bore himself + with excellent courage, and when they went back to the library, though the + tall footman walked on one side of his master, the Earl's hand rested on + his grandson's shoulder, though not so heavily as before. + </p> + <p> + When the footman left them alone, Cedric sat down upon the hearth-rug near + Dougal. For a few minutes he stroked the dog's ears in silence and looked + at the fire. + </p> + <p> + The Earl watched him. The boy's eyes looked wistful and thoughtful, and + once or twice he gave a little sigh. The Earl sat still, and kept his eyes + fixed on his grandson. + </p> + <p> + “Fauntleroy,” he said at last, “what are you thinking of?” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy looked up with a manful effort at a smile. + </p> + <p> + “I was thinking about Dearest,” he said; “and—and I think I'd better + get up and walk up and down the room.” + </p> + <p> + He rose up, and put his hands in his small pockets, and began to walk to + and fro. His eyes were very bright, and his lips were pressed together, + but he kept his head up and walked firmly. Dougal moved lazily and looked + at him, and then stood up. He walked over to the child, and began to + follow him uneasily. Fauntleroy drew one hand from his pocket and laid it + on the dog's head. + </p> + <p> + “He's a very nice dog,” he said. “He's my friend. He knows how I feel.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you feel?” asked the Earl. + </p> + <p> + It disturbed him to see the struggle the little fellow was having with his + first feeling of homesickness, but it pleased him to see that he was + making so brave an effort to bear it well. He liked this childish courage. + </p> + <p> + “Come here,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy went to him. + </p> + <p> + “I never was away from my own house before,” said the boy, with a troubled + look in his brown eyes. “It makes a person feel a strange feeling when he + has to stay all night in another person's castle instead of in his own + house. But Dearest is not very far away from me. She told me to remember + that—and—and I'm seven—and I can look at the picture she + gave me.” + </p> + <p> + He put his hand in his pocket, and brought out a small violet + velvet-covered case. + </p> + <p> + “This is it,” he said. “You see, you press this spring and it opens, and + she is in there!” + </p> + <p> + He had come close to the Earl's chair, and, as he drew forth the little + case, he leaned against the arm of it, and against the old man's arm, too, + as confidingly as if children had always leaned there. + </p> + <p> + “There she is,” he said, as the case opened; and he looked up with a + smile. + </p> + <p> + The Earl knitted his brows; he did not wish to see the picture, but he + looked at it in spite of himself; and there looked up at him from it such + a pretty young face—a face so like the child's at his side—that + it quite startled him. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you think you are very fond of her,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Lord Fauntleroy, in a gentle tone, and with simple + directness; “I do think so, and I think it's true. You see, Mr. Hobbs was + my friend, and Dick and Bridget and Mary and Michael, they were my + friends, too; but Dearest—well, she is my CLOSE friend, and we + always tell each other everything. My father left her to me to take care + of, and when I am a man I am going to work and earn money for her.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of doing?” inquired his grandfather. + </p> + <p> + His young lordship slipped down upon the hearth-rug, and sat there with + the picture still in his hand. He seemed to be reflecting seriously, + before he answered. + </p> + <p> + “I did think perhaps I might go into business with Mr. Hobbs,” he said; + “but I should LIKE to be a President.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll send you to the House of Lords instead,” said his grandfather. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” remarked Lord Fauntleroy, “if I COULDN'T be a President, and if + that is a good business, I shouldn't mind. The grocery business is dull + sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps he was weighing the matter in his mind, for he sat very quiet + after this, and looked at the fire for some time. + </p> + <p> + The Earl did not speak again. He leaned back in his chair and watched him. + A great many strange new thoughts passed through the old nobleman's mind. + Dougal had stretched himself out and gone to sleep with his head on his + huge paws. There was a long silence. + </p> + <p> + In about half an hour's time Mr. Havisham was ushered in. The great room + was very still when he entered. The Earl was still leaning back in his + chair. He moved as Mr. Havisham approached, and held up his hand in a + gesture of warning—it seemed as if he had scarcely intended to make + the gesture—as if it were almost involuntary. Dougal was still + asleep, and close beside the great dog, sleeping also, with his curly head + upon his arm, lay little Lord Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI + </h2> + <p> + When Lord Fauntleroy wakened in the morning,—he had not wakened at + all when he had been carried to bed the night before,—the first + sounds he was conscious of were the crackling of a wood fire and the + murmur of voices. + </p> + <p> + “You will be careful, Dawson, not to say anything about it,” he heard some + one say. “He does not know why she is not to be with him, and the reason + is to be kept from him.” + </p> + <p> + “If them's his lordship's orders, mem,” another voice answered, “they'll + have to be kep', I suppose. But, if you'll excuse the liberty, mem, as + it's between ourselves, servant or no servant, all I have to say is, it's + a cruel thing,—parting that poor, pretty, young widdered cre'tur' + from her own flesh and blood, and him such a little beauty and a nobleman + born. James and Thomas, mem, last night in the servants' hall, they both + of 'em say as they never see anythink in their two lives—nor yet no + other gentleman in livery—like that little fellow's ways, as + innercent an' polite an' interested as if he'd been sitting there dining + with his best friend,—and the temper of a' angel, instead of one (if + you'll excuse me, mem), as it's well known, is enough to curdle your blood + in your veins at times. And as to looks, mem, when we was rung for, James + and me, to go into the library and bring him upstairs, and James lifted + him up in his arms, what with his little innercent face all red and rosy, + and his little head on James's shoulder and his hair hanging down, all + curly an' shinin', a prettier, takiner sight you'd never wish to see. An' + it's my opinion, my lord wasn't blind to it neither, for he looked at him, + and he says to James, 'See you don't wake him!' he says.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric moved on his pillow, and turned over, opening his eyes. + </p> + <p> + There were two women in the room. Everything was bright and cheerful with + gay-flowered chintz. There was a fire on the hearth, and the sunshine was + streaming in through the ivy-entwined windows. Both women came toward him, + and he saw that one of them was Mrs. Mellon, the housekeeper, and the + other a comfortable, middle-aged woman, with a face as kind and + good-humored as a face could be. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, my lord,” said Mrs. Mellon. “Did you sleep well?” + </p> + <p> + His lordship rubbed his eyes and smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning,” he said. “I didn't know I was here.” + </p> + <p> + “You were carried upstairs when you were asleep,” said the housekeeper. + “This is your bedroom, and this is Dawson, who is to take care of you.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy sat up in bed and held out his hand to Dawson, as he had held + it out to the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, ma'am?” he said. “I'm much obliged to you for coming to + take care of me.” + </p> + <p> + “You can call her Dawson, my lord,” said the housekeeper with a smile. + “She is used to being called Dawson.” + </p> + <p> + “MISS Dawson, or MRS. Dawson?” inquired his lordship. + </p> + <p> + “Just Dawson, my lord,” said Dawson herself, beaming all over. “Neither + Miss nor Missis, bless your little heart! Will you get up now, and let + Dawson dress you, and then have your breakfast in the nursery?” + </p> + <p> + “I learned to dress myself many years ago, thank you,” answered + Fauntleroy. “Dearest taught me. 'Dearest' is my mamma. We had only Mary to + do all the work,—washing and all,—and so of course it wouldn't + do to give her so much trouble. I can take my bath, too, pretty well if + you'll just be kind enough to 'zamine the corners after I'm done.” + </p> + <p> + Dawson and the housekeeper exchanged glances. + </p> + <p> + “Dawson will do anything you ask her to,” said Mrs. Mellon. + </p> + <p> + “That I will, bless him,” said Dawson, in her comforting, good-humored + voice. “He shall dress himself if he likes, and I'll stand by, ready to + help him if he wants me.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” responded Lord Fauntleroy; “it's a little hard sometimes + about the buttons, you know, and then I have to ask somebody.” + </p> + <p> + He thought Dawson a very kind woman, and before the bath and the dressing + were finished they were excellent friends, and he had found out a great + deal about her. He had discovered that her husband had been a soldier and + had been killed in a real battle, and that her son was a sailor, and was + away on a long cruise, and that he had seen pirates and cannibals and + Chinese people and Turks, and that he brought home strange shells and + pieces of coral which Dawson was ready to show at any moment, some of them + being in her trunk. All this was very interesting. He also found out that + she had taken care of little children all her life, and that she had just + come from a great house in another part of England, where she had been + taking care of a beautiful little girl whose name was Lady Gwyneth Vaughn. + </p> + <p> + “And she is a sort of relation of your lordship's,” said Dawson. “And + perhaps sometime you may see her.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I shall?” said Fauntleroy. “I should like that. I never knew + any little girls, but I always like to look at them.” + </p> + <p> + When he went into the adjoining room to take his breakfast, and saw what a + great room it was, and found there was another adjoining it which Dawson + told him was his also, the feeling that he was very small indeed came over + him again so strongly that he confided it to Dawson, as he sat down to the + table on which the pretty breakfast service was arranged. + </p> + <p> + “I am a very little boy,” he said rather wistfully, “to live in such a + large castle, and have so many big rooms,—don't you think so?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! come!” said Dawson, “you feel just a little strange at first, that's + all; but you'll get over that very soon, and then you'll like it here. + It's such a beautiful place, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a very beautiful place, of course,” said Fauntleroy, with a little + sigh; “but I should like it better if I didn't miss Dearest so. I always + had my breakfast with her in the morning, and put the sugar and cream in + her tea for her, and handed her the toast. That made it very sociable, of + course.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well!” answered Dawson, comfortingly, “you know you can see her every + day, and there's no knowing how much you'll have to tell her. Bless you! + wait till you've walked about a bit and seen things,—the dogs, and + the stables with all the horses in them. There's one of them I know you'll + like to see——” + </p> + <p> + “Is there?” exclaimed Fauntleroy; “I'm very fond of horses. I was very + fond of Jim. He was the horse that belonged to Mr. Hobbs' grocery wagon. + He was a beautiful horse when he wasn't balky.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Dawson, “you just wait till you've seen what's in the + stables. And, deary me, you haven't looked even into the very next room + yet!” + </p> + <p> + “What is there?” asked Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + “Wait until you've had your breakfast, and then you shall see,” said + Dawson. + </p> + <p> + At this he naturally began to grow curious, and he applied himself + assiduously to his breakfast. It seemed to him that there must be + something worth looking at, in the next room; Dawson had such a + consequential, mysterious air. + </p> + <p> + “Now, then,” he said, slipping off his seat a few minutes later; “I've had + enough. Can I go and look at it?” + </p> + <p> + Dawson nodded and led the way, looking more mysterious and important than + ever. He began to be very much interested indeed. + </p> + <p> + When she opened the door of the room, he stood upon the threshold and + looked about him in amazement. He did not speak; he only put his hands in + his pockets and stood there flushing up to his forehead and looking in. + </p> + <p> + He flushed up because he was so surprised and, for the moment, excited. To + see such a place was enough to surprise any ordinary boy. + </p> + <p> + The room was a large one, too, as all the rooms seemed to be, and it + appeared to him more beautiful than the rest, only in a different way. The + furniture was not so massive and antique as was that in the rooms he had + seen downstairs; the draperies and rugs and walls were brighter; there + were shelves full of books, and on the tables were numbers of toys,—beautiful, + ingenious things,—such as he had looked at with wonder and delight + through the shop windows in New York. + </p> + <p> + “It looks like a boy's room,” he said at last, catching his breath a + little. “Whom do they belong to?” + </p> + <p> + “Go and look at them,” said Dawson. “They belong to you!” + </p> + <p> + “To me!” he cried; “to me? Why do they belong to me? Who gave them to me?” + And he sprang forward with a gay little shout. It seemed almost too much + to be believed. “It was Grandpapa!” he said, with his eyes as bright as + stars. “I know it was Grandpapa!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it was his lordship,” said Dawson; “and if you will be a nice little + gentleman, and not fret about things, and will enjoy yourself, and be + happy all the day, he will give you anything you ask for.” + </p> + <p> + It was a tremendously exciting morning. There were so many things to be + examined, so many experiments to be tried; each novelty was so absorbing + that he could scarcely turn from it to look at the next. And it was so + curious to know that all this had been prepared for himself alone; that, + even before he had left New York, people had come down from London to + arrange the rooms he was to occupy, and had provided the books and + playthings most likely to interest him. + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever know any one,” he said to Dawson, “who had such a kind + grandfather!” + </p> + <p> + Dawson's face wore an uncertain expression for a moment. She had not a + very high opinion of his lordship the Earl. She had not been in the house + many days, but she had been there long enough to hear the old nobleman's + peculiarities discussed very freely in the servants' hall. + </p> + <p> + “An' of all the wicious, savage, hill-tempered hold fellows it was ever my + hill-luck to wear livery hunder,” the tallest footman had said, “he's the + wiolentest and wust by a long shot.” + </p> + <p> + And this particular footman, whose name was Thomas, had also repeated to + his companions below stairs some of the Earl's remarks to Mr. Havisham, + when they had been discussing these very preparations. + </p> + <p> + “Give him his own way, and fill his rooms with toys,” my lord had said. + “Give him what will amuse him, and he'll forget about his mother quickly + enough. Amuse him, and fill his mind with other things, and we shall have + no trouble. That's boy nature.” + </p> + <p> + So, perhaps, having had this truly amiable object in view, it did not + please him so very much to find it did not seem to be exactly this + particular boy's nature. The Earl had passed a bad night and had spent the + morning in his room; but at noon, after he had lunched, he sent for his + grandson. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy answered the summons at once. He came down the broad staircase + with a bounding step; the Earl heard him run across the hall, and then the + door opened and he came in with red cheeks and sparkling eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I was waiting for you to send for me,” he said. “I was ready a long time + ago. I'm EVER so much obliged to you for all those things! I'm EVER so + much obliged to you! I have been playing with them all the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said the Earl, “you like them, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “I like them so much—well, I couldn't tell you how much!” said + Fauntleroy, his face glowing with delight. “There's one that's like + baseball, only you play it on a board with black and white pegs, and you + keep your score with some counters on a wire. I tried to teach Dawson, but + she couldn't quite understand it just at first—you see, she never + played baseball, being a lady; and I'm afraid I wasn't very good at + explaining it to her. But you know all about it, don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid I don't,” replied the Earl. “It's an American game, isn't it? + Is it something like cricket?” + </p> + <p> + “I never saw cricket,” said Fauntleroy; “but Mr. Hobbs took me several + times to see baseball. It's a splendid game. You get so excited! Would you + like me to go and get my game and show it to you? Perhaps it would amuse + you and make you forget about your foot. Does your foot hurt you very much + this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “More than I enjoy,” was the answer. + </p> + <p> + “Then perhaps you couldn't forget it,” said the little fellow anxiously. + “Perhaps it would bother you to be told about the game. Do you think it + would amuse you, or do you think it would bother you?” + </p> + <p> + “Go and get it,” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + It certainly was a novel entertainment this,—making a companion of a + child who offered to teach him to play games,—but the very novelty + of it amused him. There was a smile lurking about the Earl's mouth when + Cedric came back with the box containing the game, in his arms, and an + expression of the most eager interest on his face. + </p> + <p> + “May I pull that little table over here to your chair?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Ring for Thomas,” said the Earl. “He will place it for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I can do it myself,” answered Fauntleroy. “It's not very heavy.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” replied his grandfather. The lurking smile deepened on the + old man's face as he watched the little fellow's preparations; there was + such an absorbed interest in them. The small table was dragged forward and + placed by his chair, and the game taken from its box and arranged upon it. + </p> + <p> + “It's very interesting when you once begin,” said Fauntleroy. “You see, + the black pegs can be your side and the white ones mine. They're men, you + know, and once round the field is a home run and counts one—and + these are the outs—and here is the first base and that's the second + and that's the third and that's the home base.” + </p> + <p> + He entered into the details of explanation with the greatest animation. He + showed all the attitudes of pitcher and catcher and batter in the real + game, and gave a dramatic description of a wonderful “hot ball” he had + seen caught on the glorious occasion on which he had witnessed a match in + company with Mr. Hobbs. His vigorous, graceful little body, his eager + gestures, his simple enjoyment of it all, were pleasant to behold. + </p> + <p> + When at last the explanations and illustrations were at an end and the + game began in good earnest, the Earl still found himself entertained. His + young companion was wholly absorbed; he played with all his childish + heart; his gay little laughs when he made a good throw, his enthusiasm + over a “home run,” his impartial delight over his own good luck and his + opponent's, would have given a flavor to any game. + </p> + <p> + If, a week before, any one had told the Earl of Dorincourt that on that + particular morning he would be forgetting his gout and his bad temper in a + child's game, played with black and white wooden pegs, on a gayly painted + board, with a curly-headed small boy for a companion, he would without + doubt have made himself very unpleasant; and yet he certainly had + forgotten himself when the door opened and Thomas announced a visitor. + </p> + <p> + The visitor in question, who was an elderly gentleman in black, and no + less a person than the clergyman of the parish, was so startled by the + amazing scene which met his eye, that he almost fell back a pace, and ran + some risk of colliding with Thomas. + </p> + <p> + There was, in fact, no part of his duty that the Reverend Mr. Mordaunt + found so decidedly unpleasant as that part which compelled him to call + upon his noble patron at the Castle. His noble patron, indeed, usually + made these visits as disagreeable as it lay in his lordly power to make + them. He abhorred churches and charities, and flew into violent rages when + any of his tenantry took the liberty of being poor and ill and needing + assistance. When his gout was at its worst, he did not hesitate to + announce that he would not be bored and irritated by being told stories of + their miserable misfortunes; when his gout troubled him less and he was in + a somewhat more humane frame of mind, he would perhaps give the rector + some money, after having bullied him in the most painful manner, and + berated the whole parish for its shiftlessness and imbecility. But, + whatsoever his mood, he never failed to make as many sarcastic and + embarrassing speeches as possible, and to cause the Reverend Mr. Mordaunt + to wish it were proper and Christian-like to throw something heavy at him. + During all the years in which Mr. Mordaunt had been in charge of + Dorincourt parish, the rector certainly did not remember having seen his + lordship, of his own free will, do any one a kindness, or, under any + circumstances whatever, show that he thought of any one but himself. + </p> + <p> + He had called to-day to speak to him of a specially pressing case, and as + he had walked up the avenue, he had, for two reasons, dreaded his visit + more than usual. In the first place, he knew that his lordship had for + several days been suffering with the gout, and had been in so villainous a + humor that rumors of it had even reached the village—carried there + by one of the young women servants, to her sister, who kept a little shop + and retailed darning-needles and cotton and peppermints and gossip, as a + means of earning an honest living. What Mrs. Dibble did not know about the + Castle and its inmates, and the farm-houses and their inmates, and the + village and its population, was really not worth being talked about. And + of course she knew everything about the Castle, because her sister, Jane + Shorts, was one of the upper housemaids, and was very friendly and + intimate with Thomas. + </p> + <p> + “And the way his lordship do go on!” said Mrs. Dibble, over the counter, + “and the way he do use language, Mr. Thomas told Jane herself, no flesh + and blood as is in livery could stand—for throw a plate of toast at + Mr. Thomas, hisself, he did, not more than two days since, and if it + weren't for other things being agreeable and the society below stairs most + genteel, warning would have been gave within a' hour!” + </p> + <p> + And the rector had heard all this, for somehow the Earl was a favorite + black sheep in the cottages and farm-houses, and his bad behavior gave + many a good woman something to talk about when she had company to tea. + </p> + <p> + And the second reason was even worse, because it was a new one and had + been talked about with the most excited interest. + </p> + <p> + Who did not know of the old nobleman's fury when his handsome son the + Captain had married the American lady? Who did not know how cruelly he had + treated the Captain, and how the big, gay, sweet-smiling young man, who + was the only member of the grand family any one liked, had died in a + foreign land, poor and unforgiven? Who did not know how fiercely his + lordship had hated the poor young creature who had been this son's wife, + and how he had hated the thought of her child and never meant to see the + boy—until his two sons died and left him without an heir? And then, + who did not know that he had looked forward without any affection or + pleasure to his grandson's coming, and that he had made up his mind that + he should find the boy a vulgar, awkward, pert American lad, more likely + to disgrace his noble name than to honor it? + </p> + <p> + The proud, angry old man thought he had kept all his thoughts secret. He + did not suppose any one had dared to guess at, much less talk over what he + felt, and dreaded; but his servants watched him, and read his face and his + ill-humors and fits of gloom, and discussed them in the servants' hall. + And while he thought himself quite secure from the common herd, Thomas was + telling Jane and the cook, and the butler, and the housemaids and the + other footmen that it was his opinion that “the hold man was wuss than + usual a-thinkin' hover the Capting's boy, an' hanticipatin' as he won't be + no credit to the fambly. An' serve him right,” added Thomas; “hit's 'is + hown fault. Wot can he iggspect from a child brought up in pore + circumstances in that there low Hamerica?” + </p> + <p> + And as the Reverend Mr. Mordaunt walked under the great trees, he + remembered that this questionable little boy had arrived at the Castle + only the evening before, and that there were nine chances to one that his + lordship's worst fears were realized, and twenty-two chances to one that + if the poor little fellow had disappointed him, the Earl was even now in a + tearing rage, and ready to vent all his rancor on the first person who + called—which it appeared probable would be his reverend self. + </p> + <p> + Judge then of his amazement when, as Thomas opened the library door, his + ears were greeted by a delighted ring of childish laughter. + </p> + <p> + “That's two out!” shouted an excited, clear little voice. “You see it's + two out!” + </p> + <p> + And there was the Earl's chair, and the gout-stool, and his foot on it; + and by him a small table and a game on it; and quite close to him, + actually leaning against his arm and his ungouty knee, was a little boy + with face glowing, and eyes dancing with excitement. “It's two out!” the + little stranger cried. “You hadn't any luck that time, had you?”—And + then they both recognized at once that some one had come in. + </p> + <p> + The Earl glanced around, knitting his shaggy eyebrows as he had a trick of + doing, and when he saw who it was, Mr. Mordaunt was still more surprised + to see that he looked even less disagreeable than usual instead of more + so. In fact, he looked almost as if he had forgotten for the moment how + disagreeable he was, and how unpleasant he really could make himself when + he tried. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” he said, in his harsh voice, but giving his hand rather graciously. + “Good-morning, Mordaunt. I've found a new employment, you see.” + </p> + <p> + He put his other hand on Cedric's shoulder,—perhaps deep down in his + heart there was a stir of gratified pride that it was such an heir he had + to present; there was a spark of something like pleasure in his eyes as he + moved the boy slightly forward. + </p> + <p> + “This is the new Lord Fauntleroy,” he said. “Fauntleroy, this is Mr. + Mordaunt, the rector of the parish.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy looked up at the gentleman in the clerical garments, and gave + him his hand. + </p> + <p> + “I am very glad to make your acquaintance, sir,” he said, remembering the + words he had heard Mr. Hobbs use on one or two occasions when he had been + greeting a new customer with ceremony. + </p> + <p> + Cedric felt quite sure that one ought to be more than usually polite to a + minister. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mordaunt held the small hand in his a moment as he looked down at the + child's face, smiling involuntarily. He liked the little fellow from that + instant—as in fact people always did like him. And it was not the + boy's beauty and grace which most appealed to him; it was the simple, + natural kindliness in the little lad which made any words he uttered, + however quaint and unexpected, sound pleasant and sincere. As the rector + looked at Cedric, he forgot to think of the Earl at all. Nothing in the + world is so strong as a kind heart, and somehow this kind little heart, + though it was only the heart of a child, seemed to clear all the + atmosphere of the big gloomy room and make it brighter. + </p> + <p> + “I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Lord Fauntleroy,” said the + rector. “You made a long journey to come to us. A great many people will + be glad to know you made it safely.” + </p> + <p> + “It WAS a long way,” answered Fauntleroy, “but Dearest, my mother, was + with me and I wasn't lonely. Of course you are never lonely if your mother + is with you; and the ship was beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “Take a chair, Mordaunt,” said the Earl. Mr. Mordaunt sat down. He glanced + from Fauntleroy to the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Your lordship is greatly to be congratulated,” he said warmly. + </p> + <p> + But the Earl plainly had no intention of showing his feelings on the + subject. + </p> + <p> + “He is like his father,” he said rather gruffly. “Let us hope he'll + conduct himself more creditably.” And then he added: “Well, what is it + this morning, Mordaunt? Who is in trouble now?” + </p> + <p> + This was not as bad as Mr. Mordaunt had expected, but he hesitated a + second before he began. + </p> + <p> + “It is Higgins,” he said; “Higgins of Edge Farm. He has been very + unfortunate. He was ill himself last autumn, and his children had scarlet + fever. I can't say that he is a very good manager, but he has had + ill-luck, and of course he is behindhand in many ways. He is in trouble + about his rent now. Newick tells him if he doesn't pay it, he must leave + the place; and of course that would be a very serious matter. His wife is + ill, and he came to me yesterday to beg me to see about it, and ask you + for time. He thinks if you would give him time he could catch up again.” + </p> + <p> + “They all think that,” said the Earl, looking rather black. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy made a movement forward. He had been standing between his + grandfather and the visitor, listening with all his might. He had begun to + be interested in Higgins at once. He wondered how many children there + were, and if the scarlet fever had hurt them very much. His eyes were wide + open and were fixed upon Mr. Mordaunt with intent interest as that + gentleman went on with the conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Higgins is a well-meaning man,” said the rector, making an effort to + strengthen his plea. + </p> + <p> + “He is a bad enough tenant,” replied his lordship. “And he is always + behindhand, Newick tells me.” + </p> + <p> + “He is in great trouble now,” said the rector. + </p> + <p> + “He is very fond of his wife and children, and if the farm is taken from + him they may literally starve. He can not give them the nourishing things + they need. Two of the children were left very low after the fever, and the + doctor orders for them wine and luxuries that Higgins can not afford.” + </p> + <p> + At this Fauntleroy moved a step nearer. + </p> + <p> + “That was the way with Michael,” he said. + </p> + <p> + The Earl slightly started. + </p> + <p> + “I forgot YOU!” he said. “I forgot we had a philanthropist in the room. + Who was Michael?” And the gleam of queer amusement came back into the old + man's deep-set eyes. + </p> + <p> + “He was Bridget's husband, who had the fever,” answered Fauntleroy; “and + he couldn't pay the rent or buy wine and things. And you gave me that + money to help him.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl drew his brows together into a curious frown, which somehow was + scarcely grim at all. He glanced across at Mr. Mordaunt. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know what sort of landed proprietor he will make,” he said. “I + told Havisham the boy was to have what he wanted—anything he wanted—and + what he wanted, it seems, was money to give to beggars.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! but they weren't beggars,” said Fauntleroy eagerly. “Michael was a + splendid bricklayer! They all worked.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said the Earl, “they were not beggars. They were splendid + bricklayers, and bootblacks, and apple-women.” + </p> + <p> + He bent his gaze on the boy for a few seconds in silence. The fact was + that a new thought was coming to him, and though, perhaps, it was not + prompted by the noblest emotions, it was not a bad thought. “Come here,” + he said, at last. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy went and stood as near to him as possible without encroaching + on the gouty foot. + </p> + <p> + “What would YOU do in this case?” his lordship asked. + </p> + <p> + It must be confessed that Mr. Mordaunt experienced for the moment a + curious sensation. Being a man of great thoughtfulness, and having spent + so many years on the estate of Dorincourt, knowing the tenantry, rich and + poor, the people of the village, honest and industrious, dishonest and + lazy, he realized very strongly what power for good or evil would be given + in the future to this one small boy standing there, his brown eyes wide + open, his hands deep in his pockets; and the thought came to him also that + a great deal of power might, perhaps, through the caprice of a proud, + self-indulgent old man, be given to him now, and that if his young nature + were not a simple and generous one, it might be the worst thing that could + happen, not only for others, but for himself. + </p> + <p> + “And what would YOU do in such a case?” demanded the Earl. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy drew a little nearer, and laid one hand on his knee, with the + most confiding air of good comradeship. + </p> + <p> + “If I were very rich,” he said, “and not only just a little boy, I should + let him stay, and give him the things for his children; but then, I am + only a boy.” Then, after a second's pause, in which his face brightened + visibly, “YOU can do anything, can't you?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Humph!” said my lord, staring at him. “That's your opinion, is it?” And + he was not displeased either. + </p> + <p> + “I mean you can give any one anything,” said Fauntleroy. “Who's Newick?” + </p> + <p> + “He is my agent,” answered the Earl, “and some of my tenants are not + over-fond of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to write him a letter now?” inquired Fauntleroy. “Shall I + bring you the pen and ink? I can take the game off this table.” + </p> + <p> + It plainly had not for an instant occurred to him that Newick would be + allowed to do his worst. + </p> + <p> + The Earl paused a moment, still looking at him. “Can you write?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Cedric, “but not very well.” + </p> + <p> + “Move the things from the table,” commanded my lord, “and bring the pen + and ink, and a sheet of paper from my desk.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mordaunt's interest began to increase. Fauntleroy did as he was told + very deftly. In a few moments, the sheet of paper, the big inkstand, and + the pen were ready. + </p> + <p> + “There!” he said gayly, “now you can write it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are to write it,” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I!” exclaimed Fauntleroy, and a flush overspread his forehead. “Will it + do if I write it? I don't always spell quite right when I haven't a + dictionary, and nobody tells me.” + </p> + <p> + “It will do,” answered the Earl. “Higgins will not complain of the + spelling. I'm not the philanthropist; you are. Dip your pen in the ink.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy took up the pen and dipped it in the ink-bottle, then he + arranged himself in position, leaning on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” he inquired, “what must I say?” + </p> + <p> + “You may say, 'Higgins is not to be interfered with, for the present,' and + sign it, 'Fauntleroy,'” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy dipped his pen in the ink again, and resting his arm, began to + write. It was rather a slow and serious process, but he gave his whole + soul to it. After a while, however, the manuscript was complete, and he + handed it to his grandfather with a smile slightly tinged with anxiety. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think it will do?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + The Earl looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he answered; “Higgins will find it entirely satisfactory.” And he + handed it to Mr. Mordaunt. + </p> + <p> + What Mr. Mordaunt found written was this: + </p> + <p> + “Dear mr. Newik if you pleas mr. higins is not to be intur feared with for + the present and oblige. Yours rispecferly, + </p> + <p> + “FAUNTLEROY.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hobbs always signed his letters that way,” said Fauntleroy; “and I + thought I'd better say 'please.' Is that exactly the right way to spell + 'interfered'?” + </p> + <p> + “It's not exactly the way it is spelled in the dictionary,” answered the + Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I was afraid of that,” said Fauntleroy. “I ought to have asked. You see, + that's the way with words of more than one syllable; you have to look in + the dictionary. It's always safest. I'll write it over again.” + </p> + <p> + And write it over again he did, making quite an imposing copy, and taking + precautions in the matter of spelling by consulting the Earl himself. + </p> + <p> + “Spelling is a curious thing,” he said. “It's so often different from what + you expect it to be. I used to think 'please' was spelled p-l-e-e-s, but + it isn't, you know; and you'd think 'dear' was spelled d-e-r-e, if you + didn't inquire. Sometimes it almost discourages you.” + </p> + <p> + When Mr. Mordaunt went away, he took the letter with him, and he took + something else with him also—namely, a pleasanter feeling and a more + hopeful one than he had ever carried home with him down that avenue on any + previous visit he had made at Dorincourt Castle. + </p> + <p> + When he was gone, Fauntleroy, who had accompanied him to the door, went + back to his grandfather. + </p> + <p> + “May I go to Dearest now?” he asked. “I think she will be waiting for me.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl was silent a moment. + </p> + <p> + “There is something in the stable for you to see first,” he said. “Ring + the bell.” + </p> + <p> + “If you please,” said Fauntleroy, with his quick little flush. “I'm very + much obliged; but I think I'd better see it to-morrow. She will be + expecting me all the time.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” answered the Earl. “We will order the carriage.” Then he + added dryly, “It's a pony.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy drew a long breath. + </p> + <p> + “A pony!” he exclaimed. “Whose pony is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yours,” replied the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Mine?” cried the little fellow. “Mine—like the things upstairs?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said his grandfather. “Would you like to see it? Shall I order it + to be brought around?” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy's cheeks grew redder and redder. + </p> + <p> + “I never thought I should have a pony!” he said. “I never thought that! + How glad Dearest will be. You give me EVERYthing, don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish to see it?” inquired the Earl. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy drew a long breath. “I WANT to see it,” he said. “I want to see + it so much I can hardly wait. But I'm afraid there isn't time.” + </p> + <p> + “You MUST go and see your mother this afternoon?” asked the Earl. “You + think you can't put it off?” + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said Fauntleroy, “she has been thinking about me all the morning, + and I have been thinking about her!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said the Earl. “You have, have you? Ring the bell.” + </p> + <p> + As they drove down the avenue, under the arching trees, he was rather + silent. But Fauntleroy was not. He talked about the pony. What color was + it? How big was it? What was its name? What did it like to eat best? How + old was it? How early in the morning might he get up and see it? + </p> + <p> + “Dearest will be so glad!” he kept saying. “She will be so much obliged to + you for being so kind to me! She knows I always liked ponies so much, but + we never thought I should have one. There was a little boy on Fifth Avenue + who had one, and he used to ride out every morning and we used to take a + walk past his house to see him.” + </p> + <p> + He leaned back against the cushions and regarded the Earl with rapt + interest for a few minutes and in entire silence. + </p> + <p> + “I think you must be the best person in the world,” he burst forth at + last. “You are always doing good, aren't you?—and thinking about + other people. Dearest says that is the best kind of goodness; not to think + about yourself, but to think about other people. That is just the way you + are, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + His lordship was so dumfounded to find himself presented in such agreeable + colors, that he did not know exactly what to say. He felt that he needed + time for reflection. To see each of his ugly, selfish motives changed into + a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular + experience. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy went on, still regarding him with admiring eyes—those + great, clear, innocent eyes! + </p> + <p> + “You make so many people happy,” he said. “There's Michael and Bridget and + their ten children, and the apple-woman, and Dick, and Mr. Hobbs, and Mr. + Higgins and Mrs. Higgins and their children, and Mr. Mordaunt,—because + of course he was glad,—and Dearest and me, about the pony and all + the other things. Do you know, I've counted it up on my fingers and in my + mind, and it's twenty-seven people you've been kind to. That's a good many—twenty-seven!” + </p> + <p> + “And I was the person who was kind to them—was I?” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes, you know,” answered Fauntleroy. “You made them all happy. Do + you know,” with some delicate hesitation, “that people are sometimes + mistaken about earls when they don't know them. Mr. Hobbs was. I am going + to write him, and tell him about it.” + </p> + <p> + “What was Mr. Hobbs's opinion of earls?” asked his lordship. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see, the difficulty was,” replied his young companion, “that he + didn't know any, and he'd only read about them in books. He thought—you + mustn't mind it—that they were gory tyrants; and he said he wouldn't + have them hanging around his store. But if he'd known YOU, I'm sure he + would have felt quite different. I shall tell him about you.” + </p> + <p> + “What shall you tell him?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall tell him,” said Fauntleroy, glowing with enthusiasm, “that you + are the kindest man I ever heard of. And you are always thinking of other + people, and making them happy and—and I hope when I grow up, I shall + be just like you.” + </p> + <p> + “Just like me!” repeated his lordship, looking at the little kindling + face. And a dull red crept up under his withered skin, and he suddenly + turned his eyes away and looked out of the carriage window at the great + beech-trees, with the sun shining on their glossy, red-brown leaves. + </p> + <p> + “JUST like you,” said Fauntleroy, adding modestly, “if I can. Perhaps I'm + not good enough, but I'm going to try.” + </p> + <p> + The carriage rolled on down the stately avenue under the beautiful, + broad-branched trees, through the spaces of green shade and lanes of + golden sunlight. Fauntleroy saw again the lovely places where the ferns + grew high and the bluebells swayed in the breeze; he saw the deer, + standing or lying in the deep grass, turn their large, startled eyes as + the carriage passed, and caught glimpses of the brown rabbits as they + scurried away. He heard the whir of the partridges and the calls and songs + of the birds, and it all seemed even more beautiful to him than before. + All his heart was filled with pleasure and happiness in the beauty that + was on every side. But the old Earl saw and heard very different things, + though he was apparently looking out too. He saw a long life, in which + there had been neither generous deeds nor kind thoughts; he saw years in + which a man who had been young and strong and rich and powerful had used + his youth and strength and wealth and power only to please himself and + kill time as the days and years succeeded each other; he saw this man, + when the time had been killed and old age had come, solitary and without + real friends in the midst of all his splendid wealth; he saw people who + disliked or feared him, and people who would flatter and cringe to him, + but no one who really cared whether he lived or died, unless they had + something to gain or lose by it. He looked out on the broad acres which + belonged to him, and he knew what Fauntleroy did not—how far they + extended, what wealth they represented, and how many people had homes on + their soil. And he knew, too,—another thing Fauntleroy did not,—that + in all those homes, humble or well-to-do, there was probably not one + person, however much he envied the wealth and stately name and power, and + however willing he would have been to possess them, who would for an + instant have thought of calling the noble owner “good,” or wishing, as + this simple-souled little boy had, to be like him. + </p> + <p> + And it was not exactly pleasant to reflect upon, even for a cynical, + worldly old man, who had been sufficient unto himself for seventy years + and who had never deigned to care what opinion the world held of him so + long as it did not interfere with his comfort or entertainment. And the + fact was, indeed, that he had never before condescended to reflect upon it + at all; and he only did so now because a child had believed him better + than he was, and by wishing to follow in his illustrious footsteps and + imitate his example, had suggested to him the curious question whether he + was exactly the person to take as a model. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy thought the Earl's foot must be hurting him, his brows knitted + themselves together so, as he looked out at the park; and thinking this, + the considerate little fellow tried not to disturb him, and enjoyed the + trees and the ferns and the deer in silence. + </p> + <p> + But at last the carriage, having passed the gates and bowled through the + green lanes for a short distance, stopped. They had reached Court Lodge; + and Fauntleroy was out upon the ground almost before the big footman had + time to open the carriage door. + </p> + <p> + The Earl wakened from his reverie with a start. + </p> + <p> + “What!” he said. “Are we here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Fauntleroy. “Let me give you your stick. Just lean on me when + you get out.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not going to get out,” replied his lordship brusquely. + </p> + <p> + “Not—not to see Dearest?” exclaimed Fauntleroy with astonished face. + </p> + <p> + “'Dearest' will excuse me,” said the Earl dryly. “Go to her and tell her + that not even a new pony would keep you away.” + </p> + <p> + “She will be disappointed,” said Fauntleroy. “She will want to see you + very much.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid not,” was the answer. “The carriage will call for you as we + come back.—Tell Jeffries to drive on, Thomas.” + </p> + <p> + Thomas closed the carriage door; and, after a puzzled look, Fauntleroy ran + up the drive. The Earl had the opportunity—as Mr. Havisham once had—of + seeing a pair of handsome, strong little legs flash over the ground with + astonishing rapidity. Evidently their owner had no intention of losing any + time. The carriage rolled slowly away, but his lordship did not at once + lean back; he still looked out. Through a space in the trees he could see + the house door; it was wide open. The little figure dashed up the steps; + another figure—a little figure, too, slender and young, in its black + gown—ran to meet it. It seemed as if they flew together, as + Fauntleroy leaped into his mother's arms, hanging about her neck and + covering her sweet young face with kisses. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII + </h2> + <p> + On the following Sunday morning, Mr. Mordaunt had a large congregation. + Indeed, he could scarcely remember any Sunday on which the church had been + so crowded. People appeared upon the scene who seldom did him the honor of + coming to hear his sermons. + </p> + <p> + There were even people from Hazelton, which was the next parish. There + were hearty, sunburned farmers, stout, comfortable, apple-cheeked wives in + their best bonnets and most gorgeous shawls, and half a dozen children or + so to each family. The doctor's wife was there, with her four daughters. + Mrs. Kimsey and Mr. Kimsey, who kept the druggist's shop, and made pills, + and did up powders for everybody within ten miles, sat in their pew; Mrs. + Dibble in hers; Miss Smiff, the village dressmaker, and her friend Miss + Perkins, the milliner, sat in theirs; the doctor's young man was present, + and the druggist's apprentice; in fact, almost every family on the county + side was represented, in one way or another. + </p> + <p> + In the course of the preceding week, many wonderful stories had been told + of little Lord Fauntleroy. Mrs. Dibble had been kept so busy attending to + customers who came in to buy a pennyworth of needles or a ha'porth of tape + and to hear what she had to relate, that the little shop bell over the + door had nearly tinkled itself to death over the coming and going. Mrs. + Dibble knew exactly how his small lordship's rooms had been furnished for + him, what expensive toys had been bought, how there was a beautiful brown + pony awaiting him, and a small groom to attend it, and a little dog-cart, + with silver-mounted harness. And she could tell, too, what all the + servants had said when they had caught glimpses of the child on the night + of his arrival; and how every female below stairs had said it was a shame, + so it was, to part the poor pretty dear from his mother; and had all + declared their hearts came into their mouths when he went alone into the + library to see his grandfather, for “there was no knowing how he'd be + treated, and his lordship's temper was enough to fluster them with old + heads on their shoulders, let alone a child.” + </p> + <p> + “But if you'll believe me, Mrs. Jennifer, mum,” Mrs. Dibble had said, + “fear that child does not know—so Mr. Thomas hisself says; an' set + an' smile he did, an' talked to his lordship as if they'd been friends + ever since his first hour. An' the Earl so took aback, Mr. Thomas says, + that he couldn't do nothing but listen and stare from under his eyebrows. + An' it's Mr. Thomas's opinion, Mrs. Bates, mum, that bad as he is, he was + pleased in his secret soul, an' proud, too; for a handsomer little fellow, + or with better manners, though so old-fashioned, Mr. Thomas says he'd + never wish to see.” + </p> + <p> + And then there had come the story of Higgins. The Reverend Mr. Mordaunt + had told it at his own dinner table, and the servants who had heard it had + told it in the kitchen, and from there it had spread like wildfire. + </p> + <p> + And on market-day, when Higgins had appeared in town, he had been + questioned on every side, and Newick had been questioned too, and in + response had shown to two or three people the note signed “Fauntleroy.” + </p> + <p> + And so the farmers' wives had found plenty to talk of over their tea and + their shopping, and they had done the subject full justice and made the + most of it. And on Sunday they had either walked to church or had been + driven in their gigs by their husbands, who were perhaps a trifle curious + themselves about the new little lord who was to be in time the owner of + the soil. + </p> + <p> + It was by no means the Earl's habit to attend church, but he chose to + appear on this first Sunday—it was his whim to present himself in + the huge family pew, with Fauntleroy at his side. + </p> + <p> + There were many loiterers in the churchyard, and many lingerers in the + lane that morning. There were groups at the gates and in the porch, and + there had been much discussion as to whether my lord would really appear + or not. When this discussion was at its height, one good woman suddenly + uttered an exclamation. + </p> + <p> + “Eh,” she said, “that must be the mother, pretty young thing.” All who + heard turned and looked at the slender figure in black coming up the path. + The veil was thrown back from her face and they could see how fair and + sweet it was, and how the bright hair curled as softly as a child's under + the little widow's cap. + </p> + <p> + She was not thinking of the people about; she was thinking of Cedric, and + of his visits to her, and his joy over his new pony, on which he had + actually ridden to her door the day before, sitting very straight and + looking very proud and happy. But soon she could not help being attracted + by the fact that she was being looked at and that her arrival had created + some sort of sensation. She first noticed it because an old woman in a red + cloak made a bobbing courtesy to her, and then another did the same thing + and said, “God bless you, my lady!” and one man after another took off his + hat as she passed. For a moment she did not understand, and then she + realized that it was because she was little Lord Fauntleroy's mother that + they did so, and she flushed rather shyly and smiled and bowed too, and + said, “Thank you,” in a gentle voice to the old woman who had blessed her. + To a person who had always lived in a bustling, crowded American city this + simple deference was very novel, and at first just a little embarrassing; + but after all, she could not help liking and being touched by the friendly + warm-heartedness of which it seemed to speak. She had scarcely passed + through the stone porch into the church before the great event of the day + happened. The carriage from the Castle, with its handsome horses and tall + liveried servants, bowled around the corner and down the green lane. + </p> + <p> + “Here they come!” went from one looker-on to another. + </p> + <p> + And then the carriage drew up, and Thomas stepped down and opened the + door, and a little boy, dressed in black velvet, and with a splendid mop + of bright waving hair, jumped out. + </p> + <p> + Every man, woman, and child looked curiously upon him. + </p> + <p> + “He's the Captain over again!” said those of the on-lookers who remembered + his father. “He's the Captain's self, to the life!” + </p> + <p> + He stood there in the sunlight looking up at the Earl, as Thomas helped + that nobleman out, with the most affectionate interest that could be + imagined. The instant he could help, he put out his hand and offered his + shoulder as if he had been seven feet high. It was plain enough to every + one that however it might be with other people, the Earl of Dorincourt + struck no terror into the breast of his grandson. + </p> + <p> + “Just lean on me,” they heard him say. “How glad the people are to see + you, and how well they all seem to know you!” + </p> + <p> + “Take off your cap, Fauntleroy,” said the Earl. “They are bowing to you.” + </p> + <p> + “To me!” cried Fauntleroy, whipping off his cap in a moment, baring his + bright head to the crowd and turning shining, puzzled eyes on them as he + tried to bow to every one at once. + </p> + <p> + “God bless your lordship!” said the courtesying, red-cloaked old woman who + had spoken to his mother; “long life to you!” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, ma'am,” said Fauntleroy. And then they went into the church, + and were looked at there, on their way up the aisle to the square, + red-cushioned and curtained pew. When Fauntleroy was fairly seated, he + made two discoveries which pleased him: the first that, across the church + where he could look at her, his mother sat and smiled at him; the second, + that at one end of the pew, against the wall, knelt two quaint figures + carven in stone, facing each other as they kneeled on either side of a + pillar supporting two stone missals, their pointed hands folded as if in + prayer, their dress very antique and strange. On the tablet by them was + written something of which he could only read the curious words: + </p> + <p> + “Here lyeth ye bodye of Gregorye Arthure Fyrst Earle of Dorincourt Allsoe + of Alisone Hildegarde hys wyfe.” + </p> + <p> + “May I whisper?” inquired his lordship, devoured by curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” said his grandfather. + </p> + <p> + “Who are they?” + </p> + <p> + “Some of your ancestors,” answered the Earl, “who lived a few hundred + years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” said Lord Fauntleroy, regarding them with respect, “perhaps I + got my spelling from them.” And then he proceeded to find his place in the + church service. When the music began, he stood up and looked across at his + mother, smiling. He was very fond of music, and his mother and he often + sang together, so he joined in with the rest, his pure, sweet, high voice + rising as clear as the song of a bird. He quite forgot himself in his + pleasure in it. The Earl forgot himself a little too, as he sat in his + curtain-shielded corner of the pew and watched the boy. Cedric stood with + the big psalter open in his hands, singing with all his childish might, + his face a little uplifted, happily; and as he sang, a long ray of + sunshine crept in and, slanting through a golden pane of a stained glass + window, brightened the falling hair about his young head. His mother, as + she looked at him across the church, felt a thrill pass through her heart, + and a prayer rose in it too,—a prayer that the pure, simple + happiness of his childish soul might last, and that the strange, great + fortune which had fallen to him might bring no wrong or evil with it. + There were many soft, anxious thoughts in her tender heart in those new + days. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ceddie!” she had said to him the evening before, as she hung over him + in saying good-night, before he went away; “oh, Ceddie, dear, I wish for + your sake I was very clever and could say a great many wise things! But + only be good, dear, only be brave, only be kind and true always, and then + you will never hurt any one, so long as you live, and you may help many, + and the big world may be better because my little child was born. And that + is best of all, Ceddie,—it is better than everything else, that the + world should be a little better because a man has lived—even ever so + little better, dearest.” + </p> + <p> + And on his return to the Castle, Fauntleroy had repeated her words to his + grandfather. + </p> + <p> + “And I thought about you when she said that,” he ended; “and I told her + that was the way the world was because you had lived, and I was going to + try if I could be like you.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did she say to that?” asked his lordship, a trifle uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “She said that was right, and we must always look for good in people and + try to be like it.” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it was this the old man remembered as he glanced through the + divided folds of the red curtain of his pew. Many times he looked over the + people's heads to where his son's wife sat alone, and he saw the fair face + the unforgiven dead had loved, and the eyes which were so like those of + the child at his side; but what his thoughts were, and whether they were + hard and bitter, or softened a little, it would have been hard to + discover. + </p> + <p> + As they came out of church, many of those who had attended the service + stood waiting to see them pass. As they neared the gate, a man who stood + with his hat in his hand made a step forward and then hesitated. He was a + middle-aged farmer, with a careworn face. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Higgins,” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy turned quickly to look at him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” he exclaimed, “is it Mr. Higgins?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the Earl dryly; “and I suppose he came to take a look at + his new landlord.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my lord,” said the man, his sunburned face reddening. “Mr. Newick + told me his young lordship was kind enough to speak for me, and I thought + I'd like to say a word of thanks, if I might be allowed.” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps he felt some wonder when he saw what a little fellow it was who + had innocently done so much for him, and who stood there looking up just + as one of his own less fortunate children might have done—apparently + not realizing his own importance in the least. + </p> + <p> + “I've a great deal to thank your lordship for,” he said; “a great deal. I——” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Fauntleroy; “I only wrote the letter. It was my grandfather who + did it. But you know how he is about always being good to everybody. Is + Mrs. Higgins well now?” + </p> + <p> + Higgins looked a trifle taken aback. He also was somewhat startled at + hearing his noble landlord presented in the character of a benevolent + being, full of engaging qualities. + </p> + <p> + “I—well, yes, your lordship,” he stammered, “the missus is better + since the trouble was took off her mind. It was worrying broke her down.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad of that,” said Fauntleroy. “My grandfather was very sorry about + your children having the scarlet fever, and so was I. He has had children + himself. I'm his son's little boy, you know.” + </p> + <p> + Higgins was on the verge of being panic-stricken. He felt it would be the + safer and more discreet plan not to look at the Earl, as it had been well + known that his fatherly affection for his sons had been such that he had + seen them about twice a year, and that when they had been ill, he had + promptly departed for London, because he would not be bored with doctors + and nurses. It was a little trying, therefore, to his lordship's nerves to + be told, while he looked on, his eyes gleaming from under his shaggy + eyebrows, that he felt an interest in scarlet fever. + </p> + <p> + “You see, Higgins,” broke in the Earl with a fine grim smile, “you people + have been mistaken in me. Lord Fauntleroy understands me. When you want + reliable information on the subject of my character, apply to him. Get + into the carriage, Fauntleroy.” + </p> + <p> + And Fauntleroy jumped in, and the carriage rolled away down the green + lane, and even when it turned the corner into the high road, the Earl was + still grimly smiling. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII + </h2> + <p> + Lord Dorincourt had occasion to wear his grim smile many a time as the + days passed by. Indeed, as his acquaintance with his grandson progressed, + he wore the smile so often that there were moments when it almost lost its + grimness. There is no denying that before Lord Fauntleroy had appeared on + the scene, the old man had been growing very tired of his loneliness and + his gout and his seventy years. After so long a life of excitement and + amusement, it was not agreeable to sit alone even in the most splendid + room, with one foot on a gout-stool, and with no other diversion than + flying into a rage, and shouting at a frightened footman who hated the + sight of him. The old Earl was too clever a man not to know perfectly well + that his servants detested him, and that even if he had visitors, they did + not come for love of him—though some found a sort of amusement in + his sharp, sarcastic talk, which spared no one. So long as he had been + strong and well, he had gone from one place to another, pretending to + amuse himself, though he had not really enjoyed it; and when his health + began to fail, he felt tired of everything and shut himself up at + Dorincourt, with his gout and his newspapers and his books. But he could + not read all the time, and he became more and more “bored,” as he called + it. He hated the long nights and days, and he grew more and more savage + and irritable. And then Fauntleroy came; and when the Earl saw him, + fortunately for the little fellow, the secret pride of the grandfather was + gratified at the outset. If Cedric had been a less handsome little fellow, + the old man might have taken so strong a dislike to him that he would not + have given himself the chance to see his grandson's finer qualities. But + he chose to think that Cedric's beauty and fearless spirit were the + results of the Dorincourt blood and a credit to the Dorincourt rank. And + then when he heard the lad talk, and saw what a well-bred little fellow he + was, notwithstanding his boyish ignorance of all that his new position + meant, the old Earl liked his grandson more, and actually began to find + himself rather entertained. It had amused him to give into those childish + hands the power to bestow a benefit on poor Higgins. My lord cared nothing + for poor Higgins, but it pleased him a little to think that his grandson + would be talked about by the country people and would begin to be popular + with the tenantry, even in his childhood. Then it had gratified him to + drive to church with Cedric and to see the excitement and interest caused + by the arrival. He knew how the people would speak of the beauty of the + little lad; of his fine, strong, straight body; of his erect bearing, his + handsome face, and his bright hair, and how they would say (as the Earl + had heard one woman exclaim to another) that the boy was “every inch a + lord.” My lord of Dorincourt was an arrogant old man, proud of his name, + proud of his rank, and therefore proud to show the world that at last the + House of Dorincourt had an heir who was worthy of the position he was to + fill. + </p> + <p> + The morning the new pony had been tried, the Earl had been so pleased that + he had almost forgotten his gout. When the groom had brought out the + pretty creature, which arched its brown, glossy neck and tossed its fine + head in the sun, the Earl had sat at the open window of the library and + had looked on while Fauntleroy took his first riding lesson. He wondered + if the boy would show signs of timidity. It was not a very small pony, and + he had often seen children lose courage in making their first essay at + riding. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy mounted in great delight. He had never been on a pony before, + and he was in the highest spirits. Wilkins, the groom, led the animal by + the bridle up and down before the library window. + </p> + <p> + “He's a well plucked un, he is,” Wilkins remarked in the stable afterward + with many grins. “It weren't no trouble to put HIM up. An' a old un + wouldn't ha' sat any straighter when he WERE up. He ses—ses he to + me, 'Wilkins,' he ses, 'am I sitting up straight? They sit up straight at + the circus,' ses he. An' I ses, 'As straight as a arrer, your lordship!'—an' + he laughs, as pleased as could be, an' he ses, 'That's right,' he ses, + 'you tell me if I don't sit up straight, Wilkins!'” + </p> + <p> + But sitting up straight and being led at a walk were not altogether and + completely satisfactory. After a few minutes, Fauntleroy spoke to his + grandfather—watching him from the window: + </p> + <p> + “Can't I go by myself?” he asked; “and can't I go faster? The boy on Fifth + Avenue used to trot and canter!” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you could trot and canter?” said the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to try,” answered Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + His lordship made a sign to Wilkins, who at the signal brought up his own + horse and mounted it and took Fauntleroy's pony by the leading-rein. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said the Earl, “let him trot.” + </p> + <p> + The next few minutes were rather exciting to the small equestrian. He + found that trotting was not so easy as walking, and the faster the pony + trotted, the less easy it was. + </p> + <p> + “It j-jolts a g-goo-good deal—do-doesn't it?” he said to Wilkins. + “D-does it j-jolt y-you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, my lord,” answered Wilkins. “You'll get used to it in time. Rise in + your stirrups.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm ri-rising all the t-time,” said Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + He was both rising and falling rather uncomfortably and with many shakes + and bounces. He was out of breath and his face grew red, but he held on + with all his might, and sat as straight as he could. The Earl could see + that from his window. When the riders came back within speaking distance, + after they had been hidden by the trees a few minutes, Fauntleroy's hat + was off, his cheeks were like poppies, and his lips were set, but he was + still trotting manfully. + </p> + <p> + “Stop a minute!” said his grandfather. “Where's your hat?” + </p> + <p> + Wilkins touched his. “It fell off, your lordship,” he said, with evident + enjoyment. “Wouldn't let me stop to pick it up, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Not much afraid, is he?” asked the Earl dryly. + </p> + <p> + “Him, your lordship!” exclaimed Wilkins. “I shouldn't say as he knowed + what it meant. I've taught young gen'lemen to ride afore, an' I never see + one stick on more determinder.” + </p> + <p> + “Tired?” said the Earl to Fauntleroy. “Want to get off?” + </p> + <p> + “It jolts you more than you think it will,” admitted his young lordship + frankly. “And it tires you a little, too; but I don't want to get off. I + want to learn how. As soon as I've got my breath I want to go back for the + hat.” + </p> + <p> + The cleverest person in the world, if he had undertaken to teach + Fauntleroy how to please the old man who watched him, could not have + taught him anything which would have succeeded better. As the pony trotted + off again toward the avenue, a faint color crept up in the fierce old + face, and the eyes, under the shaggy brows, gleamed with a pleasure such + as his lordship had scarcely expected to know again. And he sat and + watched quite eagerly until the sound of the horses' hoofs returned. When + they did come, which was after some time, they came at a faster pace. + Fauntleroy's hat was still off; Wilkins was carrying it for him; his + cheeks were redder than before, and his hair was flying about his ears, + but he came at quite a brisk canter. + </p> + <p> + “There!” he panted, as they drew up, “I c-cantered. I didn't do it as well + as the boy on Fifth Avenue, but I did it, and I staid on!” + </p> + <p> + He and Wilkins and the pony were close friends after that. Scarcely a day + passed in which the country people did not see them out together, + cantering gayly on the highroad or through the green lanes. The children + in the cottages would run to the door to look at the proud little brown + pony with the gallant little figure sitting so straight in the saddle, and + the young lord would snatch off his cap and swing it at them, and shout, + “Hullo! Good-morning!” in a very unlordly manner, though with great + heartiness. Sometimes he would stop and talk with the children, and once + Wilkins came back to the castle with a story of how Fauntleroy had + insisted on dismounting near the village school, so that a boy who was + lame and tired might ride home on his pony. + </p> + <p> + “An' I'm blessed,” said Wilkins, in telling the story at the stables,—“I'm + blessed if he'd hear of anything else! He wouldn't let me get down, + because he said the boy mightn't feel comfortable on a big horse. An' ses + he, 'Wilkins,' ses he, 'that boy's lame and I'm not, and I want to talk to + him, too.' And up the lad has to get, and my lord trudges alongside of him + with his hands in his pockets, and his cap on the back of his head, + a-whistling and talking as easy as you please! And when we come to the + cottage, an' the boy's mother come out all in a taking to see what's up, + he whips off his cap an' ses he, 'I've brought your son home, ma'am,' ses + he, 'because his leg hurt him, and I don't think that stick is enough for + him to lean on; and I'm going to ask my grandfather to have a pair of + crutches made for him.' An' I'm blessed if the woman wasn't struck all of + a heap, as well she might be! I thought I should 'a' hex-plodid, myself!” + </p> + <p> + When the Earl heard the story he was not angry, as Wilkins had been half + afraid that he would be; on the contrary, he laughed outright, and called + Fauntleroy up to him, and made him tell all about the matter from + beginning to end, and then he laughed again. And actually, a few days + later, the Dorincourt carriage stopped in the green lane before the + cottage where the lame boy lived, and Fauntleroy jumped out and walked up + to the door, carrying a pair of strong, light, new crutches shouldered + like a gun, and presented them to Mrs. Hartle (the lame boy's name was + Hartle) with these words: “My grandfather's compliments, and if you + please, these are for your boy, and we hope he will get better.” + </p> + <p> + “I said your compliments,” he explained to the Earl when he returned to + the carriage. “You didn't tell me to, but I thought perhaps you forgot. + That was right, wasn't it?” + </p> + <p> + And the Earl laughed again, and did not say it was not. In fact, the two + were becoming more intimate every day, and every day Fauntleroy's faith in + his lordship's benevolence and virtue increased. He had no doubt whatever + that his grandfather was the most amiable and generous of elderly + gentlemen. Certainly, he himself found his wishes gratified almost before + they were uttered; and such gifts and pleasures were lavished upon him, + that he was sometimes almost bewildered by his own possessions. + Apparently, he was to have everything he wanted, and to do everything he + wished to do. And though this would certainly not have been a very wise + plan to pursue with all small boys, his young lordship bore it amazingly + well. Perhaps, notwithstanding his sweet nature, he might have been + somewhat spoiled by it, if it had not been for the hours he spent with his + mother at Court Lodge. That “best friend” of his watched over him ever + closely and tenderly. The two had many long talks together, and he never + went back to the Castle with her kisses on his cheeks without carrying in + his heart some simple, pure words worth remembering. + </p> + <p> + There was one thing, it is true, which puzzled the little fellow very + much. He thought over the mystery of it much oftener than any one + supposed; even his mother did not know how often he pondered on it; the + Earl for a long time never suspected that he did so at all. But, being + quick to observe, the little boy could not help wondering why it was that + his mother and grandfather never seemed to meet. He had noticed that they + never did meet. When the Dorincourt carriage stopped at Court Lodge, the + Earl never alighted, and on the rare occasions of his lordship's going to + church, Fauntleroy was always left to speak to his mother in the porch + alone, or perhaps to go home with her. And yet, every day, fruit and + flowers were sent to Court Lodge from the hot-houses at the Castle. But + the one virtuous action of the Earl's which had set him upon the pinnacle + of perfection in Cedric's eyes, was what he had done soon after that first + Sunday when Mrs. Errol had walked home from church unattended. About a + week later, when Cedric was going one day to visit his mother, he found at + the door, instead of the large carriage and prancing pair, a pretty little + brougham and a handsome bay horse. + </p> + <p> + “That is a present from you to your mother,” the Earl said abruptly. “She + can not go walking about the country. She needs a carriage. The man who + drives will take charge of it. It is a present from YOU.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy's delight could but feebly express itself. He could scarcely + contain himself until he reached the lodge. His mother was gathering roses + in the garden. He flung himself out of the little brougham and flew to + her. + </p> + <p> + “Dearest!” he cried, “could you believe it? This is yours! He says it is a + present from me. It is your own carriage to drive everywhere in!” + </p> + <p> + He was so happy that she did not know what to say. She could not have + borne to spoil his pleasure by refusing to accept the gift even though it + came from the man who chose to consider himself her enemy. She was obliged + to step into the carriage, roses and all, and let herself be taken to + drive, while Fauntleroy told her stories of his grandfather's goodness and + amiability. They were such innocent stories that sometimes she could not + help laughing a little, and then she would draw her little boy closer to + her side and kiss him, feeling glad that he could see only good in the old + man, who had so few friends. + </p> + <p> + The very next day after that, Fauntleroy wrote to Mr. Hobbs. He wrote + quite a long letter, and after the first copy was written, he brought it + to his grandfather to be inspected. + </p> + <p> + “Because,” he said, “it's so uncertain about the spelling. And if you'll + tell me the mistakes, I'll write it out again.” + </p> + <p> + This was what he had written: + </p> + <p> + “My dear mr hobbs i want to tell you about my granfarther he is the best + earl you ever new it is a mistake about earls being tirents he is not a + tirent at all i wish you new him you would be good friends i am sure you + would he has the gout in his foot and is a grate sufrer but he is so + pashent i love him more every day becaus no one could help loving an earl + like that who is kind to every one in this world i wish you could talk to + him he knows everything in the world you can ask him any question but he + has never plaid base ball he has given me a pony and a cart and my mamma a + bewtifle cariage and I have three rooms and toys of all kinds it would + serprise you you would like the castle and the park it is such a large + castle you could lose yourself wilkins tells me wilkins is my groom he + says there is a dungon under the castle it is so pretty everything in the + park would serprise you there are such big trees and there are deers and + rabbits and games flying about in the cover my granfarther is very rich + but he is not proud and orty as you thought earls always were i like to be + with him the people are so polite and kind they take of their hats to you + and the women make curtsies and sometimes say god bless you i can ride now + but at first it shook me when i troted my granfarther let a poor man stay + on his farm when he could not pay his rent and mrs mellon went to take + wine and things to his sick children i should like to see you and i wish + dearest could live at the castle but i am very happy when i dont miss her + too much and i love my granfarther every one does plees write soon + </p> + <p> + “your afechshnet old frend + </p> + <p> + “Cedric Errol + </p> + <p> + “p s no one is in the dungon my granfarfher never had any one langwishin + in there. + </p> + <p> + “p s he is such a good earl he reminds me of you he is a unerversle + favrit” + </p> + <p> + “Do you miss your mother very much?” asked the Earl when he had finished + reading this. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Fauntleroy, “I miss her all the time.” + </p> + <p> + He went and stood before the Earl and put his hand on his knee, looking up + at him. + </p> + <p> + “YOU don't miss her, do you?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know her,” answered his lordship rather crustily. + </p> + <p> + “I know that,” said Fauntleroy, “and that's what makes me wonder. She told + me not to ask you any questions, and—and I won't, but sometimes I + can't help thinking, you know, and it makes me all puzzled. But I'm not + going to ask any questions. And when I miss her very much, I go and look + out of my window to where I see her light shine for me every night through + an open place in the trees. It is a long way off, but she puts it in her + window as soon as it is dark, and I can see it twinkle far away, and I + know what it says.” + </p> + <p> + “What does it say?” asked my lord. + </p> + <p> + “It says, 'Good-night, God keep you all the night!'—just what she + used to say when we were together. Every night she used to say that to me, + and every morning she said, 'God bless you all the day!' So you see I am + quite safe all the time——” + </p> + <p> + “Quite, I have no doubt,” said his lordship dryly. And he drew down his + beetling eyebrows and looked at the little boy so fixedly and so long that + Fauntleroy wondered what he could be thinking of. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX + </h2> + <p> + The fact was, his lordship the Earl of Dorincourt thought in those days, + of many things of which he had never thought before, and all his thoughts + were in one way or another connected with his grandson. His pride was the + strongest part of his nature, and the boy gratified it at every point. + Through this pride he began to find a new interest in life. He began to + take pleasure in showing his heir to the world. The world had known of his + disappointment in his sons; so there was an agreeable touch of triumph in + exhibiting this new Lord Fauntleroy, who could disappoint no one. He + wished the child to appreciate his own power and to understand the + splendor of his position; he wished that others should realize it too. He + made plans for his future. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes in secret he actually found himself wishing that his own past + life had been a better one, and that there had been less in it that this + pure, childish heart would shrink from if it knew the truth. It was not + agreeable to think how the beautiful, innocent face would look if its + owner should be made by any chance to understand that his grandfather had + been called for many a year “the wicked Earl of Dorincourt.” The thought + even made him feel a trifle nervous. He did not wish the boy to find it + out. Sometimes in this new interest he forgot his gout, and after a while + his doctor was surprised to find his noble patient's health growing better + than he had expected it ever would be again. Perhaps the Earl grew better + because the time did not pass so slowly for him, and he had something to + think of beside his pains and infirmities. + </p> + <p> + One fine morning, people were amazed to see little Lord Fauntleroy riding + his pony with another companion than Wilkins. This new companion rode a + tall, powerful gray horse, and was no other than the Earl himself. It was, + in fact, Fauntleroy who had suggested this plan. As he had been on the + point of mounting his pony, he had said rather wistfully to his + grandfather: + </p> + <p> + “I wish you were going with me. When I go away I feel lonely because you + are left all by yourself in such a big castle. I wish you could ride too.” + </p> + <p> + And the greatest excitement had been aroused in the stables a few minutes + later by the arrival of an order that Selim was to be saddled for the + Earl. After that, Selim was saddled almost every day; and the people + became accustomed to the sight of the tall gray horse carrying the tall + gray old man, with his handsome, fierce, eagle face, by the side of the + brown pony which bore little Lord Fauntleroy. And in their rides together + through the green lanes and pretty country roads, the two riders became + more intimate than ever. And gradually the old man heard a great deal + about “Dearest” and her life. As Fauntleroy trotted by the big horse he + chatted gayly. There could not well have been a brighter little comrade, + his nature was so happy. It was he who talked the most. The Earl often was + silent, listening and watching the joyous, glowing face. Sometimes he + would tell his young companion to set the pony off at a gallop, and when + the little fellow dashed off, sitting so straight and fearless, he would + watch him with a gleam of pride and pleasure in his eyes; and when, after + such a dash, Fauntleroy came back waving his cap with a laughing shout, he + always felt that he and his grandfather were very good friends indeed. + </p> + <p> + One thing that the Earl discovered was that his son's wife did not lead an + idle life. It was not long before he learned that the poor people knew her + very well indeed. When there was sickness or sorrow or poverty in any + house, the little brougham often stood before the door. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” said Fauntleroy once, “they all say, 'God bless you!' when + they see her, and the children are glad. There are some who go to her + house to be taught to sew. She says she feels so rich now that she wants + to help the poor ones.” + </p> + <p> + It had not displeased the Earl to find that the mother of his heir had a + beautiful young face and looked as much like a lady as if she had been a + duchess; and in one way it did not displease him to know that she was + popular and beloved by the poor. And yet he was often conscious of a hard, + jealous pang when he saw how she filled her child's heart and how the boy + clung to her as his best beloved. The old man would have desired to stand + first himself and have no rival. + </p> + <p> + That same morning he drew up his horse on an elevated point of the moor + over which they rode, and made a gesture with his whip, over the broad, + beautiful landscape spread before them. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know that all that land belongs to me?” he said to Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + “Does it?” answered Fauntleroy. “How much it is to belong to one person, + and how beautiful!” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know that some day it will all belong to you—that and a + great deal more?” + </p> + <p> + “To me!” exclaimed Fauntleroy in rather an awe-stricken voice. “When?” + </p> + <p> + “When I am dead,” his grandfather answered. + </p> + <p> + “Then I don't want it,” said Fauntleroy; “I want you to live always.” + </p> + <p> + “That's kind,” answered the Earl in his dry way; “nevertheless, some day + it will all be yours—some day you will be the Earl of Dorincourt.” + </p> + <p> + Little Lord Fauntleroy sat very still in his saddle for a few moments. He + looked over the broad moors, the green farms, the beautiful copses, the + cottages in the lanes, the pretty village, and over the trees to where the + turrets of the great castle rose, gray and stately. Then he gave a queer + little sigh. + </p> + <p> + “What are you thinking of?” asked the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I am thinking,” replied Fauntleroy, “what a little boy I am! and of what + Dearest said to me.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it?” inquired the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “She said that perhaps it was not so easy to be very rich; that if any one + had so many things always, one might sometimes forget that every one else + was not so fortunate, and that one who is rich should always be careful + and try to remember. I was talking to her about how good you were, and she + said that was such a good thing, because an earl had so much power, and if + he cared only about his own pleasure and never thought about the people + who lived on his lands, they might have trouble that he could help—and + there were so many people, and it would be such a hard thing. And I was + just looking at all those houses, and thinking how I should have to find + out about the people, when I was an earl. How did you find out about + them?” + </p> + <p> + As his lordship's knowledge of his tenantry consisted in finding out which + of them paid their rent promptly, and in turning out those who did not, + this was rather a hard question. “Newick finds out for me,” he said, and + he pulled his great gray mustache, and looked at his small questioner + rather uneasily. “We will go home now,” he added; “and when you are an + earl, see to it that you are a better earl than I have been!” + </p> + <p> + He was very silent as they rode home. He felt it to be almost incredible + that he who had never really loved any one in his life, should find + himself growing so fond of this little fellow,—as without doubt he + was. At first he had only been pleased and proud of Cedric's beauty and + bravery, but there was something more than pride in his feeling now. He + laughed a grim, dry laugh all to himself sometimes, when he thought how he + liked to have the boy near him, how he liked to hear his voice, and how in + secret he really wished to be liked and thought well of by his small + grandson. + </p> + <p> + “I'm an old fellow in my dotage, and I have nothing else to think of,” he + would say to himself; and yet he knew it was not that altogether. And if + he had allowed himself to admit the truth, he would perhaps have found + himself obliged to own that the very things which attracted him, in spite + of himself, were the qualities he had never possessed—the frank, + true, kindly nature, the affectionate trustfulness which could never think + evil. + </p> + <p> + It was only about a week after that ride when, after a visit to his + mother, Fauntleroy came into the library with a troubled, thoughtful face. + He sat down in that high-backed chair in which he had sat on the evening + of his arrival, and for a while he looked at the embers on the hearth. The + Earl watched him in silence, wondering what was coming. It was evident + that Cedric had something on his mind. At last he looked up. “Does Newick + know all about the people?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “It is his business to know about them,” said his lordship. “Been + neglecting it—has he?” + </p> + <p> + Contradictory as it may seem, there was nothing which entertained and + edified him more than the little fellow's interest in his tenantry. He had + never taken any interest in them himself, but it pleased him well enough + that, with all his childish habits of thought and in the midst of all his + childish amusements and high spirits, there should be such a quaint + seriousness working in the curly head. + </p> + <p> + “There is a place,” said Fauntleroy, looking up at him with wide-open, + horror-stricken eye—“Dearest has seen it; it is at the other end of + the village. The houses are close together, and almost falling down; you + can scarcely breathe; and the people are so poor, and everything is + dreadful! Often they have fever, and the children die; and it makes them + wicked to live like that, and be so poor and miserable! It is worse than + Michael and Bridget! The rain comes in at the roof! Dearest went to see a + poor woman who lived there. She would not let me come near her until she + had changed all her things. The tears ran down her cheeks when she told me + about it!” + </p> + <p> + The tears had come into his own eyes, but he smiled through them. + </p> + <p> + “I told her you didn't know, and I would tell you,” he said. He jumped + down and came and leaned against the Earl's chair. “You can make it all + right,” he said, “just as you made it all right for Higgins. You always + make it all right for everybody. I told her you would, and that Newick + must have forgotten to tell you.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl looked down at the hand on his knee. Newick had not forgotten to + tell him; in fact, Newick had spoken to him more than once of the + desperate condition of the end of the village known as Earl's Court. He + knew all about the tumble-down, miserable cottages, and the bad drainage, + and the damp walls and broken windows and leaking roofs, and all about the + poverty, the fever, and the misery. Mr. Mordaunt had painted it all to him + in the strongest words he could use, and his lordship had used violent + language in response; and, when his gout had been at the worst, he said + that the sooner the people of Earl's Court died and were buried by the + parish the better it would be,—and there was an end of the matter. + And yet, as he looked at the small hand on his knee, and from the small + hand to the honest, earnest, frank-eyed face, he was actually a little + ashamed both of Earl's Court and himself. + </p> + <p> + “What!” he said; “you want to make a builder of model cottages of me, do + you?” And he positively put his own hand upon the childish one and stroked + it. + </p> + <p> + “Those must be pulled down,” said Fauntleroy, with great eagerness. + “Dearest says so. Let us—let us go and have them pulled down + to-morrow. The people will be so glad when they see you! They'll know you + have come to help them!” And his eyes shone like stars in his glowing + face. + </p> + <p> + The Earl rose from his chair and put his hand on the child's shoulder. + “Let us go out and take our walk on the terrace,” he said, with a short + laugh; “and we can talk it over.” + </p> + <p> + And though he laughed two or three times again, as they walked to and fro + on the broad stone terrace, where they walked together almost every fine + evening, he seemed to be thinking of something which did not displease + him, and still he kept his hand on his small companion's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X + </h2> + <p> + The truth was that Mrs. Errol had found a great many sad things in the + course of her work among the poor of the little village that appeared so + picturesque when it was seen from the moor-sides. Everything was not as + picturesque, when seen near by, as it looked from a distance. She had + found idleness and poverty and ignorance where there should have been + comfort and industry. And she had discovered, after a while, that Erleboro + was considered to be the worst village in that part of the country. Mr. + Mordaunt had told her a great many of his difficulties and + discouragements, and she had found out a great deal by herself. The agents + who had managed the property had always been chosen to please the Earl, + and had cared nothing for the degradation and wretchedness of the poor + tenants. Many things, therefore, had been neglected which should have been + attended to, and matters had gone from bad to worse. + </p> + <p> + As to Earl's Court, it was a disgrace, with its dilapidated houses and + miserable, careless, sickly people. When first Mrs. Errol went to the + place, it made her shudder. Such ugliness and slovenliness and want seemed + worse in a country place than in a city. It seemed as if there it might be + helped. And as she looked at the squalid, uncared-for children growing up + in the midst of vice and brutal indifference, she thought of her own + little boy spending his days in the great, splendid castle, guarded and + served like a young prince, having no wish ungratified, and knowing + nothing but luxury and ease and beauty. And a bold thought came in her + wise little mother-heart. Gradually she had begun to see, as had others, + that it had been her boy's good fortune to please the Earl very much, and + that he would scarcely be likely to be denied anything for which he + expressed a desire. + </p> + <p> + “The Earl would give him anything,” she said to Mr. Mordaunt. “He would + indulge his every whim. Why should not that indulgence be used for the + good of others? It is for me to see that this shall come to pass.” + </p> + <p> + She knew she could trust the kind, childish heart; so she told the little + fellow the story of Earl's Court, feeling sure that he would speak of it + to his grandfather, and hoping that some good results would follow. + </p> + <p> + And strange as it appeared to every one, good results did follow. + </p> + <p> + The fact was that the strongest power to influence the Earl was his + grandson's perfect confidence in him—the fact that Cedric always + believed that his grandfather was going to do what was right and generous. + He could not quite make up his mind to let him discover that he had no + inclination to be generous at all, and that he wanted his own way on all + occasions, whether it was right or wrong. It was such a novelty to be + regarded with admiration as a benefactor of the entire human race, and the + soul of nobility, that he did not enjoy the idea of looking into the + affectionate brown eyes, and saying: “I am a violent, selfish old rascal; + I never did a generous thing in my life, and I don't care about Earl's + Court or the poor people”—or something which would amount to the + same thing. He actually had learned to be fond enough of that small boy + with the mop of yellow love-locks, to feel that he himself would prefer to + be guilty of an amiable action now and then. And so—though he + laughed at himself—after some reflection, he sent for Newick, and + had quite a long interview with him on the subject of the Court, and it + was decided that the wretched hovels should be pulled down and new houses + should be built. + </p> + <p> + “It is Lord Fauntleroy who insists on it,” he said dryly; “he thinks it + will improve the property. You can tell the tenants that it's his idea.” + And he looked down at his small lordship, who was lying on the hearth-rug + playing with Dougal. The great dog was the lad's constant companion, and + followed him about everywhere, stalking solemnly after him when he walked, + and trotting majestically behind when he rode or drove. + </p> + <p> + Of course, both the country people and the town people heard of the + proposed improvement. At first, many of them would not believe it; but + when a small army of workmen arrived and commenced pulling down the crazy, + squalid cottages, people began to understand that little Lord Fauntleroy + had done them a good turn again, and that through his innocent + interference the scandal of Earl's Court had at last been removed. If he + had only known how they talked about him and praised him everywhere, and + prophesied great things for him when he grew up, how astonished he would + have been! But he never suspected it. He lived his simple, happy, child + life,—frolicking about in the park; chasing the rabbits to their + burrows; lying under the trees on the grass, or on the rug in the library, + reading wonderful books and talking to the Earl about them, and then + telling the stories again to his mother; writing long letters to Dick and + Mr. Hobbs, who responded in characteristic fashion; riding out at his + grandfather's side, or with Wilkins as escort. As they rode through the + market town, he used to see the people turn and look, and he noticed that + as they lifted their hats their faces often brightened very much; but he + thought it was all because his grandfather was with him. + </p> + <p> + “They are so fond of you,” he once said, looking up at his lordship with a + bright smile. “Do you see how glad they are when they see you? I hope they + will some day be as fond of me. It must be nice to have EVERYbody like + you.” And he felt quite proud to be the grandson of so greatly admired and + beloved an individual. + </p> + <p> + When the cottages were being built, the lad and his grandfather used to + ride over to Earl's Court together to look at them, and Fauntleroy was + full of interest. He would dismount from his pony and go and make + acquaintance with the workmen, asking them questions about building and + bricklaying, and telling them things about America. After two or three + such conversations, he was able to enlighten the Earl on the subject of + brick-making, as they rode home. + </p> + <p> + “I always like to know about things like those,” he said, “because you + never know what you are coming to.” + </p> + <p> + When he left them, the workmen used to talk him over among themselves, and + laugh at his odd, innocent speeches; but they liked him, and liked to see + him stand among them, talking away, with his hands in his pockets, his hat + pushed back on his curls, and his small face full of eagerness. “He's a + rare un,” they used to say. “An' a noice little outspoken chap, too. Not + much o' th' bad stock in him.” And they would go home and tell their wives + about him, and the women would tell each other, and so it came about that + almost every one talked of, or knew some story of, little Lord Fauntleroy; + and gradually almost every one knew that the “wicked Earl” had found + something he cared for at last—something which had touched and even + warmed his hard, bitter old heart. + </p> + <p> + But no one knew quite how much it had been warmed, and how day by day the + old man found himself caring more and more for the child, who was the only + creature that had ever trusted him. He found himself looking forward to + the time when Cedric would be a young man, strong and beautiful, with life + all before him, but having still that kind heart and the power to make + friends everywhere, and the Earl wondered what the lad would do, and how + he would use his gifts. Often as he watched the little fellow lying upon + the hearth, conning some big book, the light shining on the bright young + head, his old eyes would gleam and his cheek would flush. + </p> + <p> + “The boy can do anything,” he would say to himself, “anything!” + </p> + <p> + He never spoke to any one else of his feeling for Cedric; when he spoke of + him to others it was always with the same grim smile. But Fauntleroy soon + knew that his grandfather loved him and always liked him to be near—near + to his chair if they were in the library, opposite to him at table, or by + his side when he rode or drove or took his evening walk on the broad + terrace. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember,” Cedric said once, looking up from his book as he lay on + the rug, “do you remember what I said to you that first night about our + being good companions? I don't think any people could be better companions + than we are, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “We are pretty good companions, I should say,” replied his lordship. “Come + here.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy scrambled up and went to him. + </p> + <p> + “Is there anything you want,” the Earl asked; “anything you have not?” + </p> + <p> + The little fellow's brown eyes fixed themselves on his grandfather with a + rather wistful look. + </p> + <p> + “Only one thing,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” inquired the Earl. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy was silent a second. He had not thought matters over to himself + so long for nothing. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” my lord repeated. + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy answered. + </p> + <p> + “It is Dearest,” he said. + </p> + <p> + The old Earl winced a little. + </p> + <p> + “But you see her almost every day,” he said. “Is not that enough?” + </p> + <p> + “I used to see her all the time,” said Fauntleroy. “She used to kiss me + when I went to sleep at night, and in the morning she was always there, + and we could tell each other things without waiting.” + </p> + <p> + The old eyes and the young ones looked into each other through a moment of + silence. Then the Earl knitted his brows. + </p> + <p> + “Do you NEVER forget about your mother?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Fauntleroy, “never; and she never forgets about me. I + shouldn't forget about YOU, you know, if I didn't live with you. I should + think about you all the more.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my word,” said the Earl, after looking at him a moment longer, “I + believe you would!” + </p> + <p> + The jealous pang that came when the boy spoke so of his mother seemed even + stronger than it had been before; it was stronger because of this old + man's increasing affection for the boy. + </p> + <p> + But it was not long before he had other pangs, so much harder to face that + he almost forgot, for the time, he had ever hated his son's wife at all. + And in a strange and startling way it happened. One evening, just before + the Earl's Court cottages were completed, there was a grand dinner party + at Dorincourt. There had not been such a party at the Castle for a long + time. A few days before it took place, Sir Harry Lorridaile and Lady + Lorridaile, who was the Earl's only sister, actually came for a visit—a + thing which caused the greatest excitement in the village and set Mrs. + Dibble's shop-bell tinkling madly again, because it was well known that + Lady Lorridaile had only been to Dorincourt once since her marriage, + thirty-five years before. She was a handsome old lady with white curls and + dimpled, peachy cheeks, and she was as good as gold, but she had never + approved of her brother any more than did the rest of the world, and + having a strong will of her own and not being at all afraid to speak her + mind frankly, she had, after several lively quarrels with his lordship, + seen very little of him since her young days. + </p> + <p> + She had heard a great deal of him that was not pleasant through the years + in which they had been separated. She had heard about his neglect of his + wife, and of the poor lady's death; and of his indifference to his + children; and of the two weak, vicious, unprepossessing elder boys who had + been no credit to him or to any one else. Those two elder sons, Bevis and + Maurice, she had never seen; but once there had come to Lorridaile Park a + tall, stalwart, beautiful young fellow about eighteen years old, who had + told her that he was her nephew Cedric Errol, and that he had come to see + her because he was passing near the place and wished to look at his Aunt + Constantia of whom he had heard his mother speak. Lady Lorridaile's kind + heart had warmed through and through at the sight of the young man, and + she had made him stay with her a week, and petted him, and made much of + him and admired him immensely. He was so sweet-tempered, light-hearted, + spirited a lad, that when he went away, she had hoped to see him often + again; but she never did, because the Earl had been in a bad humor when he + went back to Dorincourt, and had forbidden him ever to go to Lorridaile + Park again. But Lady Lorridaile had always remembered him tenderly, and + though she feared he had made a rash marriage in America, she had been + very angry when she heard how he had been cast off by his father and that + no one really knew where or how he lived. At last there came a rumor of + his death, and then Bevis had been thrown from his horse and killed, and + Maurice had died in Rome of the fever; and soon after came the story of + the American child who was to be found and brought home as Lord + Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + “Probably to be ruined as the others were,” she said to her husband, + “unless his mother is good enough and has a will of her own to help her to + take care of him.” + </p> + <p> + But when she heard that Cedric's mother had been parted from him she was + almost too indignant for words. + </p> + <p> + “It is disgraceful, Harry!” she said. “Fancy a child of that age being + taken from his mother, and made the companion of a man like my brother! He + will either be brutal to the boy or indulge him until he is a little + monster. If I thought it would do any good to write——” + </p> + <p> + “It wouldn't, Constantia,” said Sir Harry. + </p> + <p> + “I know it wouldn't,” she answered. “I know his lordship the Earl of + Dorincourt too well;—but it is outrageous.” + </p> + <p> + Not only the poor people and farmers heard about little Lord Fauntleroy; + others knew him. He was talked about so much and there were so many + stories of him—of his beauty, his sweet temper, his popularity, and + his growing influence over the Earl, his grandfather—that rumors of + him reached the gentry at their country places and he was heard of in more + than one county of England. People talked about him at the dinner tables, + ladies pitied his young mother, and wondered if the boy were as handsome + as he was said to be, and men who knew the Earl and his habits laughed + heartily at the stories of the little fellow's belief in his lordship's + amiability. Sir Thomas Asshe of Asshawe Hall, being in Erleboro one day, + met the Earl and his grandson riding together, and stopped to shake hands + with my lord and congratulate him on his change of looks and on his + recovery from the gout. “And, d' ye know,” he said, when he spoke of the + incident afterward, “the old man looked as proud as a turkey-cock; and + upon my word I don't wonder, for a handsomer, finer lad than his grandson + I never saw! As straight as a dart, and sat his pony like a young + trooper!” + </p> + <p> + And so by degrees Lady Lorridaile, too, heard of the child; she heard + about Higgins and the lame boy, and the cottages at Earl's Court, and a + score of other things,—and she began to wish to see the little + fellow. And just as she was wondering how it might be brought about, to + her utter astonishment, she received a letter from her brother inviting + her to come with her husband to Dorincourt. + </p> + <p> + “It seems incredible!” she exclaimed. “I have heard it said that the child + has worked miracles, and I begin to believe it. They say my brother adores + the boy and can scarcely endure to have him out of sight. And he is so + proud of him! Actually, I believe he wants to show him to us.” And she + accepted the invitation at once. + </p> + <p> + When she reached Dorincourt Castle with Sir Harry, it was late in the + afternoon, and she went to her room at once before seeing her brother. + Having dressed for dinner, she entered the drawing-room. The Earl was + there standing near the fire and looking very tall and imposing; and at + his side stood a little boy in black velvet, and a large Vandyke collar of + rich lace—a little fellow whose round bright face was so handsome, + and who turned upon her such beautiful, candid brown eyes, that she almost + uttered an exclamation of pleasure and surprise at the sight. + </p> + <p> + As she shook hands with the Earl, she called him by the name she had not + used since her girlhood. + </p> + <p> + “What, Molyneux!” she said, “is this the child?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Constantia,” answered the Earl, “this is the boy. Fauntleroy, this + is your grand-aunt, Lady Lorridaile.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, Grand-Aunt?” said Fauntleroy. + </p> + <p> + Lady Lorridaile put her hand on his shoulders, and after looking down into + his upraised face a few seconds, kissed him warmly. + </p> + <p> + “I am your Aunt Constantia,” she said, “and I loved your poor papa, and + you are very like him.” + </p> + <p> + “It makes me glad when I am told I am like him,” answered Fauntleroy, + “because it seems as if every one liked him,—just like Dearest, + eszackly,—Aunt Constantia” (adding the two words after a second's + pause). + </p> + <p> + Lady Lorridaile was delighted. She bent and kissed him again, and from + that moment they were warm friends. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Molyneux,” she said aside to the Earl afterward, “it could not + possibly be better than this!” + </p> + <p> + “I think not,” answered his lordship dryly. “He is a fine little fellow. + We are great friends. He believes me to be the most charming and + sweet-tempered of philanthropists. I will confess to you, Constantia,—as + you would find it out if I did not,—that I am in some slight danger + of becoming rather an old fool about him.” + </p> + <p> + “What does his mother think of you?” asked Lady Lorridaile, with her usual + straightforwardness. + </p> + <p> + “I have not asked her,” answered the Earl, slightly scowling. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Lady Lorridaile, “I will be frank with you at the outset, + Molyneux, and tell you I don't approve of your course, and that it is my + intention to call on Mrs. Errol as soon as possible; so if you wish to + quarrel with me, you had better mention it at once. What I hear of the + young creature makes me quite sure that her child owes her everything. We + were told even at Lorridaile Park that your poorer tenants adore her + already.” + </p> + <p> + “They adore HIM,” said the Earl, nodding toward Fauntleroy. “As to Mrs. + Errol, you'll find her a pretty little woman. I'm rather in debt to her + for giving some of her beauty to the boy, and you can go to see her if you + like. All I ask is that she will remain at Court Lodge and that you will + not ask me to go and see her,” and he scowled a little again. + </p> + <p> + “But he doesn't hate her as much as he used to, that is plain enough to + me,” her ladyship said to Sir Harry afterward. “And he is a changed man in + a measure, and, incredible as it may seem, Harry, it is my opinion that he + is being made into a human being, through nothing more nor less than his + affection for that innocent, affectionate little fellow. Why, the child + actually loves him—leans on his chair and against his knee. His own + children would as soon have thought of nestling up to a tiger.” + </p> + <p> + The very next day she went to call upon Mrs. Errol. When she returned, she + said to her brother: + </p> + <p> + “Molyneux, she is the loveliest little woman I ever saw! She has a voice + like a silver bell, and you may thank her for making the boy what he is. + She has given him more than her beauty, and you make a great mistake in + not persuading her to come and take charge of you. I shall invite her to + Lorridaile.” + </p> + <p> + “She'll not leave the boy,” replied the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “I must have the boy too,” said Lady Lorridaile, laughing. + </p> + <p> + But she knew Fauntleroy would not be given up to her, and each day she saw + more clearly how closely those two had grown to each other, and how all + the proud, grim old man's ambition and hope and love centered themselves + in the child, and how the warm, innocent nature returned his affection + with most perfect trust and good faith. + </p> + <p> + She knew, too, that the prime reason for the great dinner party was the + Earl's secret desire to show the world his grandson and heir, and to let + people see that the boy who had been so much spoken of and described was + even a finer little specimen of boyhood than rumor had made him. + </p> + <p> + “Bevis and Maurice were such a bitter humiliation to him,” she said to her + husband. “Every one knew it. He actually hated them. His pride has full + sway here.” Perhaps there was not one person who accepted the invitation + without feeling some curiosity about little Lord Fauntleroy, and wondering + if he would be on view. + </p> + <p> + And when the time came he was on view. + </p> + <p> + “The lad has good manners,” said the Earl. “He will be in no one's way. + Children are usually idiots or bores,—mine were both,—but he + can actually answer when he's spoken to, and be silent when he is not. He + is never offensive.” + </p> + <p> + But he was not allowed to be silent very long. Every one had something to + say to him. The fact was they wished to make him talk. The ladies petted + him and asked him questions, and the men asked him questions too, and + joked with him, as the men on the steamer had done when he crossed the + Atlantic. Fauntleroy did not quite understand why they laughed so + sometimes when he answered them, but he was so used to seeing people + amused when he was quite serious, that he did not mind. He thought the + whole evening delightful. The magnificent rooms were so brilliant with + lights, there were so many flowers, the gentlemen seemed so gay, and the + ladies wore such beautiful, wonderful dresses, and such sparkling + ornaments in their hair and on their necks. There was one young lady who, + he heard them say, had just come down from London, where she had spent the + “season”; and she was so charming that he could not keep his eyes from + her. She was a rather tall young lady with a proud little head, and very + soft dark hair, and large eyes the color of purple pansies, and the color + on her cheeks and lips was like that of a rose. She was dressed in a + beautiful white dress, and had pearls around her throat. There was one + strange thing about this young lady. So many gentlemen stood near her, and + seemed anxious to please her, that Fauntleroy thought she must be + something like a princess. He was so much interested in her that without + knowing it he drew nearer and nearer to her, and at last she turned and + spoke to him. + </p> + <p> + “Come here, Lord Fauntleroy,” she said, smiling; “and tell me why you look + at me so.” + </p> + <p> + “I was thinking how beautiful you are,” his young lordship replied. + </p> + <p> + Then all the gentlemen laughed outright, and the young lady laughed a + little too, and the rose color in her cheeks brightened. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Fauntleroy,” said one of the gentlemen who had laughed most heartily, + “make the most of your time! When you are older you will not have the + courage to say that.” + </p> + <p> + “But nobody could help saying it,” said Fauntleroy sweetly. “Could you + help it? Don't YOU think she is pretty, too?” + </p> + <p> + “We are not allowed to say what we think,” said the gentleman, while the + rest laughed more than ever. + </p> + <p> + But the beautiful young lady—her name was Miss Vivian Herbert—put + out her hand and drew Cedric to her side, looking prettier than before, if + possible. + </p> + <p> + “Lord Fauntleroy shall say what he thinks,” she said; “and I am much + obliged to him. I am sure he thinks what he says.” And she kissed him on + his cheek. + </p> + <p> + “I think you are prettier than any one I ever saw,” said Fauntleroy, + looking at her with innocent, admiring eyes, “except Dearest. Of course, I + couldn't think any one QUITE as pretty as Dearest. I think she is the + prettiest person in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure she is,” said Miss Vivian Herbert. And she laughed and kissed + his cheek again. + </p> + <p> + She kept him by her side a great part of the evening, and the group of + which they were the center was very gay. He did not know how it happened, + but before long he was telling them all about America, and the Republican + Rally, and Mr. Hobbs and Dick, and in the end he proudly produced from his + pocket Dick's parting gift,—the red silk handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “I put it in my pocket to-night because it was a party,” he said. “I + thought Dick would like me to wear it at a party.” + </p> + <p> + And queer as the big, flaming, spotted thing was, there was a serious, + affectionate look in his eyes, which prevented his audience from laughing + very much. + </p> + <p> + “You see, I like it,” he said, “because Dick is my friend.” + </p> + <p> + But though he was talked to so much, as the Earl had said, he was in no + one's way. He could be quiet and listen when others talked, and so no one + found him tiresome. A slight smile crossed more than one face when several + times he went and stood near his grandfather's chair, or sat on a stool + close to him, watching him and absorbing every word he uttered with the + most charmed interest. Once he stood so near the chair's arm that his + cheek touched the Earl's shoulder, and his lordship, detecting the general + smile, smiled a little himself. He knew what the lookers-on were thinking, + and he felt some secret amusement in their seeing what good friends he was + with this youngster, who might have been expected to share the popular + opinion of him. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham had been expected to arrive in the afternoon, but, strange to + say, he was late. Such a thing had really never been known to happen + before during all the years in which he had been a visitor at Dorincourt + Castle. He was so late that the guests were on the point of rising to go + in to dinner when he arrived. When he approached his host, the Earl + regarded him with amazement. He looked as if he had been hurried or + agitated; his dry, keen old face was actually pale. + </p> + <p> + “I was detained,” he said, in a low voice to the Earl, “by—an + extraordinary event.” + </p> + <p> + It was as unlike the methodic old lawyer to be agitated by anything as it + was to be late, but it was evident that he had been disturbed. At dinner + he ate scarcely anything, and two or three times, when he was spoken to, + he started as if his thoughts were far away. At dessert, when Fauntleroy + came in, he looked at him more than once, nervously and uneasily. + Fauntleroy noted the look and wondered at it. He and Mr. Havisham were on + friendly terms, and they usually exchanged smiles. The lawyer seemed to + have forgotten to smile that evening. + </p> + <p> + The fact was, he forgot everything but the strange and painful news he + knew he must tell the Earl before the night was over—the strange + news which he knew would be so terrible a shock, and which would change + the face of everything. As he looked about at the splendid rooms and the + brilliant company,—at the people gathered together, he knew, more + that they might see the bright-haired little fellow near the Earl's chair + than for any other reason,—as he looked at the proud old man and at + little Lord Fauntleroy smiling at his side, he really felt quite shaken, + notwithstanding that he was a hardened old lawyer. What a blow it was that + he must deal them! + </p> + <p> + He did not exactly know how the long, superb dinner ended. He sat through + it as if he were in a dream, and several times he saw the Earl glance at + him in surprise. + </p> + <p> + But it was over at last, and the gentlemen joined the ladies in the + drawing-room. They found Fauntleroy sitting on the sofa with Miss Vivian + Herbert,—the great beauty of the last London season; they had been + looking at some pictures, and he was thanking his companion as the door + opened. + </p> + <p> + “I'm ever so much obliged to you for being so kind to me!” he was saying; + “I never was at a party before, and I've enjoyed myself so much!” + </p> + <p> + He had enjoyed himself so much that when the gentlemen gathered about Miss + Herbert again and began to talk to her, as he listened and tried to + understand their laughing speeches, his eyelids began to droop. They + drooped until they covered his eyes two or three times, and then the sound + of Miss Herbert's low, pretty laugh would bring him back, and he would + open them again for about two seconds. He was quite sure he was not going + to sleep, but there was a large, yellow satin cushion behind him and his + head sank against it, and after a while his eyelids drooped for the last + time. They did not even quite open when, as it seemed a long time after, + some one kissed him lightly on the cheek. It was Miss Vivian Herbert, who + was going away, and she spoke to him softly. + </p> + <p> + “Good-night, little Lord Fauntleroy,” she said. “Sleep well.” + </p> + <p> + And in the morning he did not know that he had tried to open his eyes and + had murmured sleepily, “Good-night—I'm so—glad—I saw you—you + are so—pretty——” + </p> + <p> + He only had a very faint recollection of hearing the gentlemen laugh again + and of wondering why they did it. + </p> + <p> + No sooner had the last guest left the room, than Mr. Havisham turned from + his place by the fire, and stepped nearer the sofa, where he stood looking + down at the sleeping occupant. Little Lord Fauntleroy was taking his ease + luxuriously. One leg crossed the other and swung over the edge of the + sofa; one arm was flung easily above his head; the warm flush of + healthful, happy, childish sleep was on his quiet face; his waving tangle + of bright hair strayed over the yellow satin cushion. He made a picture + well worth looking at. + </p> + <p> + As Mr. Havisham looked at it, he put his hand up and rubbed his shaven + chin, with a harassed countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Havisham,” said the Earl's harsh voice behind him. “What is it? It + is evident something has happened. What was the extraordinary event, if I + may ask?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Havisham turned from the sofa, still rubbing his chin. + </p> + <p> + “It was bad news,” he answered, “distressing news, my lord—the worst + of news. I am sorry to be the bearer of it.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl had been uneasy for some time during the evening, as he glanced + at Mr. Havisham, and when he was uneasy he was always ill-tempered. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you look so at the boy!” he exclaimed irritably. “You have been + looking at him all the evening as if—See here now, why should you + look at the boy, Havisham, and hang over him like some bird of ill-omen! + What has your news to do with Lord Fauntleroy?” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” said Mr. Havisham, “I will waste no words. My news has + everything to do with Lord Fauntleroy. And if we are to believe it—it + is not Lord Fauntleroy who lies sleeping before us, but only the son of + Captain Errol. And the present Lord Fauntleroy is the son of your son + Bevis, and is at this moment in a lodging-house in London.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl clutched the arms of his chair with both his hands until the + veins stood out upon them; the veins stood out on his forehead too; his + fierce old face was almost livid. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean!” he cried out. “You are mad! Whose lie is this?” + </p> + <p> + “If it is a lie,” answered Mr. Havisham, “it is painfully like the truth. + A woman came to my chambers this morning. She said your son Bevis married + her six years ago in London. She showed me her marriage certificate. They + quarrelled a year after the marriage, and he paid her to keep away from + him. She has a son five years old. She is an American of the lower + classes,—an ignorant person,—and until lately she did not + fully understand what her son could claim. She consulted a lawyer and + found out that the boy was really Lord Fauntleroy and the heir to the + earldom of Dorincourt; and she, of course, insists on his claims being + acknowledged.” + </p> + <p> + There was a movement of the curly head on the yellow satin cushion. A + soft, long, sleepy sigh came from the parted lips, and the little boy + stirred in his sleep, but not at all restlessly or uneasily. Not at all as + if his slumber were disturbed by the fact that he was being proved a small + impostor and that he was not Lord Fauntleroy at all and never would be the + Earl of Dorincourt. He only turned his rosy face more on its side, as if + to enable the old man who stared at it so solemnly to see it better. + </p> + <p> + The handsome, grim old face was ghastly. A bitter smile fixed itself upon + it. + </p> + <p> + “I should refuse to believe a word of it,” he said, “if it were not such a + low, scoundrelly piece of business that it becomes quite possible in + connection with the name of my son Bevis. It is quite like Bevis. He was + always a disgrace to us. Always a weak, untruthful, vicious young brute + with low tastes—my son and heir, Bevis, Lord Fauntleroy. The woman + is an ignorant, vulgar person, you say?” + </p> + <p> + “I am obliged to admit that she can scarcely spell her own name,” answered + the lawyer. “She is absolutely uneducated and openly mercenary. She cares + for nothing but the money. She is very handsome in a coarse way, but——” + </p> + <p> + The fastidious old lawyer ceased speaking and gave a sort of shudder. + </p> + <p> + The veins on the old Earl's forehead stood out like purple cords. + </p> + <p> + Something else stood out upon it too—cold drops of moisture. He took + out his handkerchief and swept them away. His smile grew even more bitter. + </p> + <p> + “And I,” he said, “I objected to—to the other woman, the mother of + this child” (pointing to the sleeping form on the sofa); “I refused to + recognize her. And yet she could spell her own name. I suppose this is + retribution.” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he sprang up from his chair and began to walk up and down the + room. Fierce and terrible words poured forth from his lips. His rage and + hatred and cruel disappointment shook him as a storm shakes a tree. His + violence was something dreadful to see, and yet Mr. Havisham noticed that + at the very worst of his wrath he never seemed to forget the little + sleeping figure on the yellow satin cushion, and that he never once spoke + loud enough to awaken it. + </p> + <p> + “I might have known it,” he said. “They were a disgrace to me from their + first hour! I hated them both; and they hated me! Bevis was the worse of + the two. I will not believe this yet, though! I will contend against it to + the last. But it is like Bevis—it is like him!” + </p> + <p> + And then he raged again and asked questions about the woman, about her + proofs, and pacing the room, turned first white and then purple in his + repressed fury. + </p> + <p> + When at last he had learned all there was to be told, and knew the worst, + Mr. Havisham looked at him with a feeling of anxiety. He looked broken and + haggard and changed. His rages had always been bad for him, but this one + had been worse than the rest because there had been something more than + rage in it. + </p> + <p> + He came slowly back to the sofa, at last, and stood near it. + </p> + <p> + “If any one had told me I could be fond of a child,” he said, his harsh + voice low and unsteady, “I should not have believed them. I always + detested children—my own more than the rest. I am fond of this one; + he is fond of me” (with a bitter smile). “I am not popular; I never was. + But he is fond of me. He never was afraid of me—he always trusted + me. He would have filled my place better than I have filled it. I know + that. He would have been an honor to the name.” + </p> + <p> + He bent down and stood a minute or so looking at the happy, sleeping face. + His shaggy eyebrows were knitted fiercely, and yet somehow he did not seem + fierce at all. He put up his hand, pushed the bright hair back from the + forehead, and then turned away and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + When the largest footman appeared, he pointed to the sofa. + </p> + <p> + “Take”—he said, and then his voice changed a little—“take Lord + Fauntleroy to his room.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI + </h2> + <p> + When Mr. Hobbs's young friend left him to go to Dorincourt Castle and + become Lord Fauntleroy, and the grocery-man had time to realize that the + Atlantic Ocean lay between himself and the small companion who had spent + so many agreeable hours in his society, he really began to feel very + lonely indeed. The fact was, Mr. Hobbs was not a clever man nor even a + bright one; he was, indeed, rather a slow and heavy person, and he had + never made many acquaintances. He was not mentally energetic enough to + know how to amuse himself, and in truth he never did anything of an + entertaining nature but read the newspapers and add up his accounts. It + was not very easy for him to add up his accounts, and sometimes it took + him a long time to bring them out right; and in the old days, little Lord + Fauntleroy, who had learned how to add up quite nicely with his fingers + and a slate and pencil, had sometimes even gone to the length of trying to + help him; and, then too, he had been so good a listener and had taken such + an interest in what the newspaper said, and he and Mr. Hobbs had held such + long conversations about the Revolution and the British and the elections + and the Republican party, that it was no wonder his going left a blank in + the grocery store. At first it seemed to Mr. Hobbs that Cedric was not + really far away, and would come back again; that some day he would look up + from his paper and see the little lad standing in the door-way, in his + white suit and red stockings, and with his straw hat on the back of his + head, and would hear him say in his cheerful little voice: “Hello, Mr. + Hobbs! This is a hot day—isn't it?” But as the days passed on and + this did not happen, Mr. Hobbs felt very dull and uneasy. He did not even + enjoy his newspaper as much as he used to. He would put the paper down on + his knee after reading it, and sit and stare at the high stool for a long + time. There were some marks on the long legs which made him feel quite + dejected and melancholy. They were marks made by the heels of the next + Earl of Dorincourt, when he kicked and talked at the same time. It seems + that even youthful earls kick the legs of things they sit on;—noble + blood and lofty lineage do not prevent it. After looking at those marks, + Mr. Hobbs would take out his gold watch and open it and stare at the + inscription: “From his oldest friend, Lord Fauntleroy, to Mr. Hobbs. When + this you see, remember me.” And after staring at it awhile, he would shut + it up with a loud snap, and sigh and get up and go and stand in the + door-way—between the box of potatoes and the barrel of apples—and + look up the street. At night, when the store was closed, he would light + his pipe and walk slowly along the pavement until he reached the house + where Cedric had lived, on which there was a sign that read, “This House + to Let”; and he would stop near it and look up and shake his head, and + puff at his pipe very hard, and after a while walk mournfully back again. + </p> + <p> + This went on for two or three weeks before any new idea came to him. Being + slow and ponderous, it always took him a long time to reach a new idea. As + a rule, he did not like new ideas, but preferred old ones. After two or + three weeks, however, during which, instead of getting better, matters + really grew worse, a novel plan slowly and deliberately dawned upon him. + He would go to see Dick. He smoked a great many pipes before he arrived at + the conclusion, but finally he did arrive at it. He would go to see Dick. + He knew all about Dick. Cedric had told him, and his idea was that perhaps + Dick might be some comfort to him in the way of talking things over. + </p> + <p> + So one day when Dick was very hard at work blacking a customer's boots, a + short, stout man with a heavy face and a bald head stopped on the pavement + and stared for two or three minutes at the bootblack's sign, which read: + </p> + <p> + “PROFESSOR DICK TIPTON CAN'T BE BEAT.” + </p> + <p> + He stared at it so long that Dick began to take a lively interest in him, + and when he had put the finishing touch to his customer's boots, he said: + </p> + <p> + “Want a shine, sir?” + </p> + <p> + The stout man came forward deliberately and put his foot on the rest. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Then when Dick fell to work, the stout man looked from Dick to the sign + and from the sign to Dick. + </p> + <p> + “Where did you get that?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “From a friend o' mine,” said Dick,—“a little feller. He guv' me the + whole outfit. He was the best little feller ye ever saw. He's in England + now. Gone to be one o' them lords.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord—Lord—” asked Mr. Hobbs, with ponderous slowness, “Lord + Fauntleroy—Goin' to be Earl of Dorincourt?” + </p> + <p> + Dick almost dropped his brush. + </p> + <p> + “Why, boss!” he exclaimed, “d' ye know him yerself?” + </p> + <p> + “I've known him,” answered Mr. Hobbs, wiping his warm forehead, “ever + since he was born. We was lifetime acquaintances—that's what WE + was.” + </p> + <p> + It really made him feel quite agitated to speak of it. He pulled the + splendid gold watch out of his pocket and opened it, and showed the inside + of the case to Dick. + </p> + <p> + “'When this you see, remember me,'” he read. “That was his parting + keepsake to me. 'I don't want you to forget me'—those was his words—I'd + ha' remembered him,” he went on, shaking his head, “if he hadn't given me + a thing an' I hadn't seen hide nor hair on him again. He was a companion + as ANY man would remember.” + </p> + <p> + “He was the nicest little feller I ever see,” said Dick. “An' as to sand—I + never seen so much sand to a little feller. I thought a heap o' him, I + did,—an' we was friends, too—we was sort o' chums from the + fust, that little young un an' me. I grabbed his ball from under a stage + fur him, an' he never forgot it; an' he'd come down here, he would, with + his mother or his nuss and he'd holler: 'Hello, Dick!' at me, as friendly + as if he was six feet high, when he warn't knee high to a grasshopper, and + was dressed in gal's clo'es. He was a gay little chap, and when you was + down on your luck, it did you good to talk to him.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” said Mr. Hobbs. “It was a pity to make a earl out of HIM. He + would have SHONE in the grocery business—or dry goods either; he + would have SHONE!” And he shook his head with deeper regret than ever. + </p> + <p> + It proved that they had so much to say to each other that it was not + possible to say it all at one time, and so it was agreed that the next + night Dick should make a visit to the store and keep Mr. Hobbs company. + The plan pleased Dick well enough. He had been a street waif nearly all + his life, but he had never been a bad boy, and he had always had a private + yearning for a more respectable kind of existence. Since he had been in + business for himself, he had made enough money to enable him to sleep + under a roof instead of out in the streets, and he had begun to hope he + might reach even a higher plane, in time. So, to be invited to call on a + stout, respectable man who owned a corner store, and even had a horse and + wagon, seemed to him quite an event. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know anything about earls and castles?” Mr. Hobbs inquired. “I'd + like to know more of the particklars.” + </p> + <p> + “There's a story about some on 'em in the Penny Story Gazette,” said Dick. + “It's called the 'Crime of a Coronet; or, The Revenge of the Countess + May.' It's a boss thing, too. Some of us boys 're takin' it to read.” + </p> + <p> + “Bring it up when you come,” said Mr. Hobbs, “an' I'll pay for it. Bring + all you can find that have any earls in 'em. If there aren't earls, + markises'll do, or dooks—though HE never made mention of any dooks + or markises. We did go over coronets a little, but I never happened to see + any. I guess they don't keep 'em 'round here.” + </p> + <p> + “Tiffany 'd have 'em if anybody did,” said Dick, “but I don't know as I'd + know one if I saw it.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs did not explain that he would not have known one if he saw it. + He merely shook his head ponderously. + </p> + <p> + “I s'pose there is very little call for 'em,” he said, and that ended the + matter. + </p> + <p> + This was the beginning of quite a substantial friendship. When Dick went + up to the store, Mr. Hobbs received him with great hospitality. He gave + him a chair tilted against the door, near a barrel of apples, and after + his young visitor was seated, he made a jerk at them with the hand in + which he held his pipe, saying: + </p> + <p> + “Help yerself.” + </p> + <p> + Then he looked at the story papers, and after that they read and discussed + the British aristocracy; and Mr. Hobbs smoked his pipe very hard and shook + his head a great deal. He shook it most when he pointed out the high stool + with the marks on its legs. + </p> + <p> + “There's his very kicks,” he said impressively; “his very kicks. I sit and + look at 'em by the hour. This is a world of ups an' it's a world of downs. + Why, he'd set there, an' eat crackers out of a box, an' apples out of a + barrel, an' pitch his cores into the street; an' now he's a lord a-livin' + in a castle. Them's a lord's kicks; they'll be a earl's kicks some day. + Sometimes I says to myself, says I, 'Well, I'll be jiggered!'” + </p> + <p> + He seemed to derive a great deal of comfort from his reflections and + Dick's visit. Before Dick went home, they had a supper in the small + back-room; they had crackers and cheese and sardines, and other canned + things out of the store, and Mr. Hobbs solemnly opened two bottles of + ginger ale, and pouring out two glasses, proposed a toast. + </p> + <p> + “Here's to HIM!” he said, lifting his glass, “an' may he teach 'em a + lesson—earls an' markises an' dooks an' all!” + </p> + <p> + After that night, the two saw each other often, and Mr. Hobbs was much + more comfortable and less desolate. They read the Penny Story Gazette, and + many other interesting things, and gained a knowledge of the habits of the + nobility and gentry which would have surprised those despised classes if + they had realized it. One day Mr. Hobbs made a pilgrimage to a book store + down town, for the express purpose of adding to their library. He went to + the clerk and leaned over the counter to speak to him. + </p> + <p> + “I want,” he said, “a book about earls.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” exclaimed the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “A book,” repeated the grocery-man, “about earls.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid,” said the clerk, looking rather queer, “that we haven't what + you want.” + </p> + <p> + “Haven't?” said Mr. Hobbs, anxiously. “Well, say markises then—or + dooks.” + </p> + <p> + “I know of no such book,” answered the clerk. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs was much disturbed. He looked down on the floor,—then he + looked up. + </p> + <p> + “None about female earls?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid not,” said the clerk with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” exclaimed Mr. Hobbs, “I'll be jiggered!” + </p> + <p> + He was just going out of the store, when the clerk called him back and + asked him if a story in which the nobility were chief characters would do. + Mr. Hobbs said it would—if he could not get an entire volume devoted + to earls. So the clerk sold him a book called “The Tower of London,” + written by Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, and he carried it home. + </p> + <p> + When Dick came they began to read it. It was a very wonderful and exciting + book, and the scene was laid in the reign of the famous English queen who + is called by some people Bloody Mary. And as Mr. Hobbs heard of Queen + Mary's deeds and the habit she had of chopping people's heads off, putting + them to the torture, and burning them alive, he became very much excited. + He took his pipe out of his mouth and stared at Dick, and at last he was + obliged to mop the perspiration from his brow with his red pocket + handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “Why, he aint safe!” he said. “He aint safe! If the women folks can sit + up on their thrones an' give the word for things like that to be done, + who's to know what's happening to him this very minute? He's no more safe + than nothing! Just let a woman like that get mad, an' no one's safe!” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Dick, though he looked rather anxious himself; “ye see this + 'ere un isn't the one that's bossin' things now. I know her name's + Victory, an' this un here in the book, her name's Mary.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is,” said Mr. Hobbs, still mopping his forehead; “so it is. An' the + newspapers are not sayin' anything about any racks, thumb-screws, or + stake-burnin's,—but still it doesn't seem as if 't was safe for him + over there with those queer folks. Why, they tell me they don't keep the + Fourth o' July!” + </p> + <p> + He was privately uneasy for several days; and it was not until he received + Fauntleroy's letter and had read it several times, both to himself and to + Dick, and had also read the letter Dick got about the same time, that he + became composed again. + </p> + <p> + But they both found great pleasure in their letters. They read and re-read + them, and talked them over and enjoyed every word of them. And they spent + days over the answers they sent and read them over almost as often as the + letters they had received. + </p> + <p> + It was rather a labor for Dick to write his. All his knowledge of reading + and writing he had gained during a few months, when he had lived with his + elder brother, and had gone to a night-school; but, being a sharp boy, he + had made the most of that brief education, and had spelled out things in + newspapers since then, and practiced writing with bits of chalk on + pavements or walls or fences. He told Mr. Hobbs all about his life and + about his elder brother, who had been rather good to him after their + mother died, when Dick was quite a little fellow. Their father had died + some time before. The brother's name was Ben, and he had taken care of + Dick as well as he could, until the boy was old enough to sell newspapers + and run errands. They had lived together, and as he grew older Ben had + managed to get along until he had quite a decent place in a store. + </p> + <p> + “And then,” exclaimed Dick with disgust, “blest if he didn't go an' marry + a gal! Just went and got spoony an' hadn't any more sense left! Married + her, an' set up housekeepin' in two back rooms. An' a hefty un she was,—a + regular tiger-cat. She'd tear things to pieces when she got mad,—and + she was mad ALL the time. Had a baby just like her,—yell day 'n' + night! An' if I didn't have to 'tend it! an' when it screamed, she'd fire + things at me. She fired a plate at me one day, an' hit the baby— cut + its chin. Doctor said he'd carry the mark till he died. A nice mother she + was! Crackey! but didn't we have a time—Ben 'n' mehself 'n' the + young un. She was mad at Ben because he didn't make money faster; 'n' at + last he went out West with a man to set up a cattle ranch. An' hadn't been + gone a week 'fore one night, I got home from sellin' my papers, 'n' the + rooms wus locked up 'n' empty, 'n' the woman o' the house, she told me + Minna 'd gone—shown a clean pair o' heels. Some un else said she'd + gone across the water to be nuss to a lady as had a little baby, too. + Never heard a word of her since—nuther has Ben. If I'd ha' bin him, + I wouldn't ha' fretted a bit—'n' I guess he didn't. But he thought a + heap o' her at the start. Tell you, he was spoons on her. She was a + daisy-lookin' gal, too, when she was dressed up 'n' not mad. She'd big + black eyes 'n' black hair down to her knees; she'd make it into a rope as + big as your arm, and twist it 'round 'n' 'round her head; 'n' I tell you + her eyes 'd snap! Folks used to say she was part <i>I</i>tali-un—said + her mother or father 'd come from there, 'n' it made her queer. I tell ye, + she was one of 'em—she was!” + </p> + <p> + He often told Mr. Hobbs stories of her and of his brother Ben, who, since + his going out West, had written once or twice to Dick. + </p> + <p> + Ben's luck had not been good, and he had wandered from place to place; but + at last he had settled on a ranch in California, where he was at work at + the time when Dick became acquainted with Mr. Hobbs. + </p> + <p> + “That gal,” said Dick one day, “she took all the grit out o' him. I + couldn't help feelin' sorry for him sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + They were sitting in the store door-way together, and Mr. Hobbs was + filling his pipe. + </p> + <p> + “He oughtn't to 've married,” he said solemnly, as he rose to get a match. + “Women—I never could see any use in 'em myself.” + </p> + <p> + As he took the match from its box, he stopped and looked down on the + counter. + </p> + <p> + “Why!” he said, “if here isn't a letter! I didn't see it before. The + postman must have laid it down when I wasn't noticin', or the newspaper + slipped over it.” + </p> + <p> + He picked it up and looked at it carefully. + </p> + <p> + “It's from HIM!” he exclaimed. “That's the very one it's from!” + </p> + <p> + He forgot his pipe altogether. He went back to his chair quite excited and + took his pocket-knife and opened the envelope. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what news there is this time,” he said. + </p> + <p> + And then he unfolded the letter and read as follows: + </p> + <p> + “DORINCOURT CASTLE” My dear Mr. Hobbs + </p> + <p> + “I write this in a great hury becaus i have something curous to tell you i + know you will be very mutch suprised my dear frend when i tel you. It is + all a mistake and i am not a lord and i shall not have to be an earl there + is a lady whitch was marid to my uncle bevis who is dead and she has a + little boy and he is lord fauntleroy becaus that is the way it is in + England the earls eldest sons little boy is the earl if every body else is + dead i mean if his farther and grandfarther are dead my grandfarther is + not dead but my uncle bevis is and so his boy is lord Fauntleroy and i am + not becaus my papa was the youngest son and my name is Cedric Errol like + it was when i was in New York and all the things will belong to the other + boy i thought at first i should have to give him my pony and cart but my + grandfarther says i need not my grandfarther is very sorry and i think he + does not like the lady but preaps he thinks dearest and i are sorry + because i shall not be an earl i would like to be an earl now better than + i thout i would at first becaus this is a beautifle castle and i like + every body so and when you are rich you can do so many things i am not + rich now becaus when your papa is only the youngest son he is not very + rich i am going to learn to work so that i can take care of dearest i have + been asking Wilkins about grooming horses preaps i might be a groom or a + coachman. The lady brought her little boy to the castle and my + grandfarther and Mr. Havisham talked to her i think she was angry she + talked loud and my grandfarther was angry too i never saw him angry before + i wish it did not make them all mad i thort i would tell you and Dick + right away becaus you would be intrusted so no more at present with love + from + </p> + <p> + “your old frend + </p> + <p> + “CEDRIC ERROL (Not lord Fauntleroy).” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs fell back in his chair, the letter dropped on his knee, his + pen-knife slipped to the floor, and so did the envelope. + </p> + <p> + “Well!” he ejaculated, “I am jiggered!” + </p> + <p> + He was so dumfounded that he actually changed his exclamation. It had + always been his habit to say, “I WILL be jiggered,” but this time he said, + “I AM jiggered.” Perhaps he really WAS jiggered. There is no knowing. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Dick, “the whole thing's bust up, hasn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “Bust!” said Mr. Hobbs. “It's my opinion it's a put-up job o' the British + ristycrats to rob him of his rights because he's an American. They've had + a spite agin us ever since the Revolution, an' they're takin' it out on + him. I told you he wasn't safe, an' see what's happened! Like as not, the + whole gover'ment's got together to rob him of his lawful ownin's.” + </p> + <p> + He was very much agitated. He had not approved of the change in his young + friend's circumstances at first, but lately he had become more reconciled + to it, and after the receipt of Cedric's letter he had perhaps even felt + some secret pride in his young friend's magnificence. He might not have a + good opinion of earls, but he knew that even in America money was + considered rather an agreeable thing, and if all the wealth and grandeur + were to go with the title, it must be rather hard to lose it. + </p> + <p> + “They're trying to rob him!” he said, “that's what they're doing, and + folks that have money ought to look after him.” + </p> + <p> + And he kept Dick with him until quite a late hour to talk it over, and + when that young man left, he went with him to the corner of the street; + and on his way back he stopped opposite the empty house for some time, + staring at the “To Let,” and smoking his pipe, in much disturbance of + mind. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII + </h2> + <p> + A very few days after the dinner party at the Castle, almost everybody in + England who read the newspapers at all knew the romantic story of what had + happened at Dorincourt. It made a very interesting story when it was told + with all the details. There was the little American boy who had been + brought to England to be Lord Fauntleroy, and who was said to be so fine + and handsome a little fellow, and to have already made people fond of him; + there was the old Earl, his grandfather, who was so proud of his heir; + there was the pretty young mother who had never been forgiven for marrying + Captain Errol; and there was the strange marriage of Bevis, the dead Lord + Fauntleroy, and the strange wife, of whom no one knew anything, suddenly + appearing with her son, and saying that he was the real Lord Fauntleroy + and must have his rights. All these things were talked about and written + about, and caused a tremendous sensation. And then there came the rumor + that the Earl of Dorincourt was not satisfied with the turn affairs had + taken, and would perhaps contest the claim by law, and the matter might + end with a wonderful trial. + </p> + <p> + There never had been such excitement before in the county in which + Erleboro was situated. On market-days, people stood in groups and talked + and wondered what would be done; the farmers' wives invited one another to + tea that they might tell one another all they had heard and all they + thought and all they thought other people thought. They related wonderful + anecdotes about the Earl's rage and his determination not to acknowledge + the new Lord Fauntleroy, and his hatred of the woman who was the + claimant's mother. But, of course, it was Mrs. Dibble who could tell the + most, and who was more in demand than ever. + </p> + <p> + “An' a bad lookout it is,” she said. “An' if you were to ask me, ma'am, I + should say as it was a judgment on him for the way he's treated that sweet + young cre'tur' as he parted from her child,—for he's got that fond + of him an' that set on him an' that proud of him as he's a'most drove mad + by what's happened. An' what's more, this new one's no lady, as his little + lordship's ma is. She's a bold-faced, black-eyed thing, as Mr. Thomas says + no gentleman in livery 'u'd bemean hisself to be gave orders by; and let + her come into the house, he says, an' he goes out of it. An' the boy don't + no more compare with the other one than nothin' you could mention. An' + mercy knows what's goin' to come of it all, an' where it's to end, an' you + might have knocked me down with a feather when Jane brought the news.” + </p> + <p> + In fact there was excitement everywhere at the Castle: in the library, + where the Earl and Mr. Havisham sat and talked; in the servants' hall, + where Mr. Thomas and the butler and the other men and women servants + gossiped and exclaimed at all times of the day; and in the stables, where + Wilkins went about his work in a quite depressed state of mind, and + groomed the brown pony more beautifully than ever, and said mournfully to + the coachman that he “never taught a young gen'leman to ride as took to it + more nat'ral, or was a better-plucked one than he was. He was a one as it + were some pleasure to ride behind.” + </p> + <p> + But in the midst of all the disturbance there was one person who was quite + calm and untroubled. That person was the little Lord Fauntleroy who was + said not to be Lord Fauntleroy at all. When first the state of affairs had + been explained to him, he had felt some little anxiousness and perplexity, + it is true, but its foundation was not in baffled ambition. + </p> + <p> + While the Earl told him what had happened, he had sat on a stool holding + on to his knee, as he so often did when he was listening to anything + interesting; and by the time the story was finished he looked quite sober. + </p> + <p> + “It makes me feel very queer,” he said; “it makes me feel—queer!” + </p> + <p> + The Earl looked at the boy in silence. It made him feel queer, too—queerer + than he had ever felt in his whole life. And he felt more queer still when + he saw that there was a troubled expression on the small face which was + usually so happy. + </p> + <p> + “Will they take Dearest's house from her—and her carriage?” Cedric + asked in a rather unsteady, anxious little voice. + </p> + <p> + “NO!” said the Earl decidedly—in quite a loud voice, in fact. “They + can take nothing from her.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Cedric, with evident relief. “Can't they?” + </p> + <p> + Then he looked up at his grandfather, and there was a wistful shade in his + eyes, and they looked very big and soft. + </p> + <p> + “That other boy,” he said rather tremulously—“he will have to—to + be your boy now—as I was—won't he?” + </p> + <p> + “NO!” answered the Earl—and he said it so fiercely and loudly that + Cedric quite jumped. + </p> + <p> + “No?” he exclaimed, in wonderment. “Won't he? I thought——” + </p> + <p> + He stood up from his stool quite suddenly. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I be your boy, even if I'm not going to be an earl?” he said. + “Shall I be your boy, just as I was before?” And his flushed little face + was all alight with eagerness. + </p> + <p> + How the old Earl did look at him from head to foot, to be sure! How his + great shaggy brows did draw themselves together, and how queerly his deep + eyes shone under them—how very queerly! + </p> + <p> + “My boy!” he said—and, if you'll believe it, his very voice was + queer, almost shaky and a little broken and hoarse, not at all what you + would expect an Earl's voice to be, though he spoke more decidedly and + peremptorily even than before,—“Yes, you'll be my boy as long as I + live; and, by George, sometimes I feel as if you were the only boy I had + ever had.” + </p> + <p> + Cedric's face turned red to the roots of his hair; it turned red with + relief and pleasure. He put both his hands deep into his pockets and + looked squarely into his noble relative's eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” he said. “Well, then, I don't care about the earl part at all. I + don't care whether I'm an earl or not. I thought—you see, I thought + the one that was going to be the Earl would have to be your boy, too, and—and + I couldn't be. That was what made me feel so queer.” + </p> + <p> + The Earl put his hand on his shoulder and drew him nearer. + </p> + <p> + “They shall take nothing from you that I can hold for you,” he said, + drawing his breath hard. “I won't believe yet that they can take anything + from you. You were made for the place, and—well, you may fill it + still. But whatever comes, you shall have all that I can give you—all!” + </p> + <p> + It scarcely seemed as if he were speaking to a child, there was such + determination in his face and voice; it was more as if he were making a + promise to himself—and perhaps he was. + </p> + <p> + He had never before known how deep a hold upon him his fondness for the + boy and his pride in him had taken. He had never seen his strength and + good qualities and beauty as he seemed to see them now. To his obstinate + nature it seemed impossible—more than impossible—to give up + what he had so set his heart upon. And he had determined that he would not + give it up without a fierce struggle. + </p> + <p> + Within a few days after she had seen Mr. Havisham, the woman who claimed + to be Lady Fauntleroy presented herself at the Castle, and brought her + child with her. She was sent away. The Earl would not see her, she was + told by the footman at the door; his lawyer would attend to her case. It + was Thomas who gave the message, and who expressed his opinion of her + freely afterward, in the servants' hall. He “hoped,” he said, “as he had + wore livery in 'igh famblies long enough to know a lady when he see one, + an' if that was a lady he was no judge o' females.” + </p> + <p> + “The one at the Lodge,” added Thomas loftily, “'Merican or no 'Merican, + she's one o' the right sort, as any gentleman 'u'd reckinize with all a + heye. I remarked it myself to Henery when fust we called there.” + </p> + <p> + The woman drove away; the look on her handsome, common face half + frightened, half fierce. Mr. Havisham had noticed, during his interviews + with her, that though she had a passionate temper, and a coarse, insolent + manner, she was neither so clever nor so bold as she meant to be; she + seemed sometimes to be almost overwhelmed by the position in which she had + placed herself. It was as if she had not expected to meet with such + opposition. + </p> + <p> + “She is evidently,” the lawyer said to Mrs. Errol, “a person from the + lower walks of life. She is uneducated and untrained in everything, and + quite unused to meeting people like ourselves on any terms of equality. + She does not know what to do. Her visit to the Castle quite cowed her. She + was infuriated, but she was cowed. The Earl would not receive her, but I + advised him to go with me to the Dorincourt Arms, where she is staying. + When she saw him enter the room, she turned white, though she flew into a + rage at once, and threatened and demanded in one breath.” + </p> + <p> + The fact was that the Earl had stalked into the room and stood, looking + like a venerable aristocratic giant, staring at the woman from under his + beetling brows, and not condescending a word. He simply stared at her, + taking her in from head to foot as if she were some repulsive curiosity. + He let her talk and demand until she was tired, without himself uttering a + word, and then he said: + </p> + <p> + “You say you are my eldest son's wife. If that is true, and if the proof + you offer is too much for us, the law is on your side. In that case, your + boy is Lord Fauntleroy. The matter will be sifted to the bottom, you may + rest assured. If your claims are proved, you will be provided for. I want + to see nothing of either you or the child so long as I live. The place + will unfortunately have enough of you after my death. You are exactly the + kind of person I should have expected my son Bevis to choose.” + </p> + <p> + And then he turned his back upon her and stalked out of the room as he had + stalked into it. + </p> + <p> + Not many days after that, a visitor was announced to Mrs. Errol, who was + writing in her little morning room. The maid, who brought the message, + looked rather excited; her eyes were quite round with amazement, in fact, + and being young and inexperienced, she regarded her mistress with nervous + sympathy. + </p> + <p> + “It's the Earl hisself, ma'am!” she said in tremulous awe. + </p> + <p> + When Mrs. Errol entered the drawing-room, a very tall, majestic-looking + old man was standing on the tiger-skin rug. He had a handsome, grim old + face, with an aquiline profile, a long white mustache, and an obstinate + look. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Errol, I believe?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Errol,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + “I am the Earl of Dorincourt,” he said. + </p> + <p> + He paused a moment, almost unconsciously, to look into her uplifted eyes. + They were so like the big, affectionate, childish eyes he had seen + uplifted to his own so often every day during the last few months, that + they gave him a quite curious sensation. + </p> + <p> + “The boy is very like you,” he said abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “It has been often said so, my lord,” she replied, “but I have been glad + to think him like his father also.” + </p> + <p> + As Lady Lorridaile had told him, her voice was very sweet, and her manner + was very simple and dignified. She did not seem in the least troubled by + his sudden coming. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the Earl, “he is like—my son—too.” He put his hand + up to his big white mustache and pulled it fiercely. “Do you know,” he + said, “why I have come here?” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen Mr. Havisham,” Mrs. Errol began, “and he has told me of the + claims which have been made——” + </p> + <p> + “I have come to tell you,” said the Earl, “that they will be investigated + and contested, if a contest can be made. I have come to tell you that the + boy shall be defended with all the power of the law. His rights——” + </p> + <p> + The soft voice interrupted him. + </p> + <p> + “He must have nothing that is NOT his by right, even if the law can give + it to him,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Unfortunately the law can not,” said the Earl. “If it could, it should. + This outrageous woman and her child——” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps she cares for him as much as I care for Cedric, my lord,” said + little Mrs. Errol. “And if she was your eldest son's wife, her son is Lord + Fauntleroy, and mine is not.” + </p> + <p> + She was no more afraid of him than Cedric had been, and she looked at him + just as Cedric would have looked, and he, having been an old tyrant all + his life, was privately pleased by it. People so seldom dared to differ + from him that there was an entertaining novelty in it. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose,” he said, scowling slightly, “that you would much prefer that + he should not be the Earl of Dorincourt.” + </p> + <p> + Her fair young face flushed. + </p> + <p> + “It is a very magnificent thing to be the Earl of Dorincourt, my lord,” + she said. “I know that, but I care most that he should be what his father + was—brave and just and true always.” + </p> + <p> + “In striking contrast to what his grandfather was, eh?” said his lordship + sardonically. + </p> + <p> + “I have not had the pleasure of knowing his grandfather,” replied Mrs. + Errol, “but I know my little boy believes——” She stopped short + a moment, looking quietly into his face, and then she added, “I know that + Cedric loves you.” + </p> + <p> + “Would he have loved me,” said the Earl dryly, “if you had told him why I + did not receive you at the Castle?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Mrs. Errol, “I think not. That was why I did not wish him + to know.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said my lord brusquely, “there are few women who would not have + told him.” + </p> + <p> + He suddenly began to walk up and down the room, pulling his great mustache + more violently than ever. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he is fond of me,” he said, “and I am fond of him. I can't say I + ever was fond of anything before. I am fond of him. He pleased me from the + first. I am an old man, and was tired of my life. He has given me + something to live for. I am proud of him. I was satisfied to think of his + taking his place some day as the head of the family.” + </p> + <p> + He came back and stood before Mrs. Errol. + </p> + <p> + “I am miserable,” he said. “Miserable!” + </p> + <p> + He looked as if he was. Even his pride could not keep his voice steady or + his hands from shaking. For a moment it almost seemed as if his deep, + fierce eyes had tears in them. “Perhaps it is because I am miserable that + I have come to you,” he said, quite glaring down at her. “I used to hate + you; I have been jealous of you. This wretched, disgraceful business has + changed that. After seeing that repulsive woman who calls herself the wife + of my son Bevis, I actually felt it would be a relief to look at you. I + have been an obstinate old fool, and I suppose I have treated you badly. + You are like the boy, and the boy is the first object in my life. I am + miserable, and I came to you merely because you are like the boy, and he + cares for you, and I care for him. Treat me as well as you can, for the + boy's sake.” + </p> + <p> + He said it all in his harsh voice, and almost roughly, but somehow he + seemed so broken down for the time that Mrs. Errol was touched to the + heart. She got up and moved an arm-chair a little forward. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you would sit down,” she said in a soft, pretty, sympathetic way. + “You have been so much troubled that you are very tired, and you need all + your strength.” + </p> + <p> + It was just as new to him to be spoken to and cared for in that gentle, + simple way as it was to be contradicted. He was reminded of “the boy” + again, and he actually did as she asked him. Perhaps his disappointment + and wretchedness were good discipline for him; if he had not been wretched + he might have continued to hate her, but just at present he found her a + little soothing. Almost anything would have seemed pleasant by contrast + with Lady Fauntleroy; and this one had so sweet a face and voice, and a + pretty dignity when she spoke or moved. Very soon, through the quiet magic + of these influences, he began to feel less gloomy, and then he talked + still more. + </p> + <p> + “Whatever happens,” he said, “the boy shall be provided for. He shall be + taken care of, now and in the future.” + </p> + <p> + Before he went away, he glanced around the room. + </p> + <p> + “Do you like the house?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + “Very much,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + “This is a cheerful room,” he said. “May I come here again and talk this + matter over?” + </p> + <p> + “As often as you wish, my lord,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + And then he went out to his carriage and drove away, Thomas and Henry + almost stricken dumb upon the box at the turn affairs had taken. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIII + </h2> + <p> + Of course, as soon as the story of Lord Fauntleroy and the difficulties of + the Earl of Dorincourt were discussed in the English newspapers, they were + discussed in the American newspapers. The story was too interesting to be + passed over lightly, and it was talked of a great deal. There were so many + versions of it that it would have been an edifying thing to buy all the + papers and compare them. Mr. Hobbs read so much about it that he became + quite bewildered. One paper described his young friend Cedric as an infant + in arms,—another as a young man at Oxford, winning all the honors, + and distinguishing himself by writing Greek poems; one said he was engaged + to a young lady of great beauty, who was the daughter of a duke; another + said he had just been married; the only thing, in fact, which was NOT said + was that he was a little boy between seven and eight, with handsome legs + and curly hair. One said he was no relation to the Earl of Dorincourt at + all, but was a small impostor who had sold newspapers and slept in the + streets of New York before his mother imposed upon the family lawyer, who + came to America to look for the Earl's heir. Then came the descriptions of + the new Lord Fauntleroy and his mother. Sometimes she was a gypsy, + sometimes an actress, sometimes a beautiful Spaniard; but it was always + agreed that the Earl of Dorincourt was her deadly enemy, and would not + acknowledge her son as his heir if he could help it, and as there seemed + to be some slight flaw in the papers she had produced, it was expected + that there would be a long trial, which would be far more interesting than + anything ever carried into court before. Mr. Hobbs used to read the papers + until his head was in a whirl, and in the evening he and Dick would talk + it all over. They found out what an important personage an Earl of + Dorincourt was, and what a magnificent income he possessed, and how many + estates he owned, and how stately and beautiful was the Castle in which he + lived; and the more they learned, the more excited they became. + </p> + <p> + “Seems like somethin' orter be done,” said Mr. Hobbs. “Things like them + orter be held on to—earls or no earls.” + </p> + <p> + But there really was nothing they could do but each write a letter to + Cedric, containing assurances of their friendship and sympathy. They wrote + those letters as soon as they could after receiving the news; and after + having written them, they handed them over to each other to be read. + </p> + <p> + This is what Mr. Hobbs read in Dick's letter: + </p> + <p> + “DERE FREND: i got ure letter an Mr. Hobbs got his an we are sory u are + down on ure luck an we say hold on as longs u kin an dont let no one git + ahed of u. There is a lot of ole theves wil make al they kin of u ef u + dont kepe ure i skined. But this is mosly to say that ive not forgot wot u + did fur me an if there aint no better way cum over here an go in pardners + with me. Biznes is fine an ile see no harm cums to u Enny big feler that + trise to cum it over u wil hafter setle it fust with Perfessor Dick + Tipton. So no more at present + </p> + <p> + “DICK.” + </p> + <p> + And this was what Dick read in Mr. Hobbs's letter: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR: Yrs received and wd say things looks bad. I believe its a put + up job and them thats done it ought to be looked after sharp. And what I + write to say is two things. Im going to look this thing up. Keep quiet and + Ill see a lawyer and do all I can And if the worst happens and them earls + is too many for us theres a partnership in the grocery business ready for + you when yure old enough and a home and a friend in + </p> + <p> + “Yrs truly, + </p> + <p> + “SILAS HOBBS.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Hobbs, “he's pervided for between us, if he aint a earl.” + </p> + <p> + “So he is,” said Dick. “I'd ha' stood by him. Blest if I didn't like that + little feller fust-rate.” + </p> + <p> + The very next morning, one of Dick's customers was rather surprised. He + was a young lawyer just beginning practice—as poor as a very young + lawyer can possibly be, but a bright, energetic young fellow, with sharp + wit and a good temper. He had a shabby office near Dick's stand, and every + morning Dick blacked his boots for him, and quite often they were not + exactly water-tight, but he always had a friendly word or a joke for Dick. + </p> + <p> + That particular morning, when he put his foot on the rest, he had an + illustrated paper in his hand—an enterprising paper, with pictures + in it of conspicuous people and things. He had just finished looking it + over, and when the last boot was polished, he handed it over to the boy. + </p> + <p> + “Here's a paper for you, Dick,” he said; “you can look it over when you + drop in at Delmonico's for your breakfast. Picture of an English castle in + it, and an English earl's daughter-in-law. Fine young woman, too,—lots + of hair,—though she seems to be raising rather a row. You ought to + become familiar with the nobility and gentry, Dick. Begin on the Right + Honorable the Earl of Dorincourt and Lady Fauntleroy. Hello! I say, what's + the matter?” + </p> + <p> + The pictures he spoke of were on the front page, and Dick was staring at + one of them with his eyes and mouth open, and his sharp face almost pale + with excitement. + </p> + <p> + “What's to pay, Dick?” said the young man. “What has paralyzed you?” + </p> + <p> + Dick really did look as if something tremendous had happened. He pointed + to the picture, under which was written: + </p> + <p> + “Mother of Claimant (Lady Fauntleroy).” + </p> + <p> + It was the picture of a handsome woman, with large eyes and heavy braids + of black hair wound around her head. + </p> + <p> + “Her!” said Dick. “My, I know her better 'n I know you!” + </p> + <p> + The young man began to laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Where did you meet her, Dick?” he said. “At Newport? Or when you ran over + to Paris the last time?” + </p> + <p> + Dick actually forgot to grin. He began to gather his brushes and things + together, as if he had something to do which would put an end to his + business for the present. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind,” he said. “I know her! An I've struck work for this mornin'.” + </p> + <p> + And in less than five minutes from that time he was tearing through the + streets on his way to Mr. Hobbs and the corner store. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs could scarcely believe the evidence of his senses when he looked + across the counter and saw Dick rush in with the paper in his hand. The + boy was out of breath with running; so much out of breath, in fact, that + he could scarcely speak as he threw the paper down on the counter. + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” exclaimed Mr. Hobbs. “Hello! What you got there?” + </p> + <p> + “Look at it!” panted Dick. “Look at that woman in the picture! That's what + you look at! SHE aint no 'ristocrat, SHE aint!” with withering scorn. + “She's no lord's wife. You may eat me, if it aint Minna—MINNA! I'd + know her anywheres, an' so 'd Ben. Jest ax him.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs dropped into his seat. + </p> + <p> + “I knowed it was a put-up job,” he said. “I knowed it; and they done it on + account o' him bein' a 'Merican!” + </p> + <p> + “Done it!” cried Dick, with disgust. “SHE done it, that's who done it. She + was allers up to her tricks; an' I'll tell yer wot come to me, the minnit + I saw her pictur. There was one o' them papers we saw had a letter in it + that said somethin' 'bout her boy, an' it said he had a scar on his chin. + Put them two together—her 'n' that there scar! Why, that there boy + o' hers aint no more a lord than I am! It's BEN'S boy,—the little + chap she hit when she let fly that plate at me.” + </p> + <p> + Professor Dick Tipton had always been a sharp boy, and earning his living + in the streets of a big city had made him still sharper. He had learned to + keep his eyes open and his wits about him, and it must be confessed he + enjoyed immensely the excitement and impatience of that moment. If little + Lord Fauntleroy could only have looked into the store that morning, he + would certainly have been interested, even if all the discussion and plans + had been intended to decide the fate of some other boy than himself. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs was almost overwhelmed by his sense of responsibility, and Dick + was all alive and full of energy. He began to write a letter to Ben, and + he cut out the picture and inclosed it to him, and Mr. Hobbs wrote a + letter to Cedric and one to the Earl. They were in the midst of this + letter-writing when a new idea came to Dick. + </p> + <p> + “Say,” he said, “the feller that give me the paper, he's a lawyer. Let's + ax him what we'd better do. Lawyers knows it all.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs was immensely impressed by this suggestion and Dick's business + capacity. + </p> + <p> + “That's so!” he replied. “This here calls for lawyers.” + </p> + <p> + And leaving the store in the care of a substitute, he struggled into his + coat and marched down-town with Dick, and the two presented themselves + with their romantic story in Mr. Harrison's office, much to that young + man's astonishment. + </p> + <p> + If he had not been a very young lawyer, with a very enterprising mind and + a great deal of spare time on his hands, he might not have been so readily + interested in what they had to say, for it all certainly sounded very wild + and queer; but he chanced to want something to do very much, and he + chanced to know Dick, and Dick chanced to say his say in a very sharp, + telling sort of way. + </p> + <p> + “And,” said Mr. Hobbs, “say what your time's worth a' hour and look into + this thing thorough, and I'LL pay the damage,—Silas Hobbs, corner of + Blank street, Vegetables and Fancy Groceries.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Harrison, “it will be a big thing if it turns out all + right, and it will be almost as big a thing for me as for Lord Fauntleroy; + and, at any rate, no harm can be done by investigating. It appears there + has been some dubiousness about the child. The woman contradicted herself + in some of her statements about his age, and aroused suspicion. The first + persons to be written to are Dick's brother and the Earl of Dorincourt's + family lawyer.” + </p> + <p> + And actually, before the sun went down, two letters had been written and + sent in two different directions—one speeding out of New York harbor + on a mail steamer on its way to England, and the other on a train carrying + letters and passengers bound for California. And the first was addressed + to T. Havisham, Esq., and the second to Benjamin Tipton. + </p> + <p> + And after the store was closed that evening, Mr. Hobbs and Dick sat in the + back-room and talked together until midnight. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIV + </h2> + <p> + It is astonishing how short a time it takes for very wonderful things to + happen. It had taken only a few minutes, apparently, to change all the + fortunes of the little boy dangling his red legs from the high stool in + Mr. Hobbs's store, and to transform him from a small boy, living the + simplest life in a quiet street, into an English nobleman, the heir to an + earldom and magnificent wealth. It had taken only a few minutes, + apparently, to change him from an English nobleman into a penniless little + impostor, with no right to any of the splendors he had been enjoying. And, + surprising as it may appear, it did not take nearly so long a time as one + might have expected, to alter the face of everything again and to give + back to him all that he had been in danger of losing. + </p> + <p> + It took the less time because, after all, the woman who had called herself + Lady Fauntleroy was not nearly so clever as she was wicked; and when she + had been closely pressed by Mr. Havisham's questions about her marriage + and her boy, she had made one or two blunders which had caused suspicion + to be awakened; and then she had lost her presence of mind and her temper, + and in her excitement and anger had betrayed herself still further. All + the mistakes she made were about her child. There seemed no doubt that she + had been married to Bevis, Lord Fauntleroy, and had quarreled with him and + had been paid to keep away from him; but Mr. Havisham found out that her + story of the boy's being born in a certain part of London was false; and + just when they all were in the midst of the commotion caused by this + discovery, there came the letter from the young lawyer in New York, and + Mr. Hobbs's letters also. + </p> + <p> + What an evening it was when those letters arrived, and when Mr. Havisham + and the Earl sat and talked their plans over in the library! + </p> + <p> + “After my first three meetings with her,” said Mr. Havisham, “I began to + suspect her strongly. It appeared to me that the child was older than she + said he was, and she made a slip in speaking of the date of his birth and + then tried to patch the matter up. The story these letters bring fits in + with several of my suspicions. Our best plan will be to cable at once for + these two Tiptons,—say nothing about them to her,—and suddenly + confront her with them when she is not expecting it. She is only a very + clumsy plotter, after all. My opinion is that she will be frightened out + of her wits, and will betray herself on the spot.” + </p> + <p> + And that was what actually happened. She was told nothing, and Mr. + Havisham kept her from suspecting anything by continuing to have + interviews with her, in which he assured her he was investigating her + statements; and she really began to feel so secure that her spirits rose + immensely and she began to be as insolent as might have been expected. + </p> + <p> + But one fine morning, as she sat in her sitting-room at the inn called + “The Dorincourt Arms,” making some very fine plans for herself, Mr. + Havisham was announced; and when he entered, he was followed by no less + than three persons—one was a sharp-faced boy and one was a big young + man and the third was the Earl of Dorincourt. + </p> + <p> + She sprang to her feet and actually uttered a cry of terror. It broke from + her before she had time to check it. She had thought of these new-comers + as being thousands of miles away, when she had ever thought of them at + all, which she had scarcely done for years. She had never expected to see + them again. It must be confessed that Dick grinned a little when he saw + her. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Minna!” he said. + </p> + <p> + The big young man—who was Ben—stood still a minute and looked + at her. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know her?” Mr. Havisham asked, glancing from one to the other. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Ben. “I know her and she knows me.” And he turned his back on + her and went and stood looking out of the window, as if the sight of her + was hateful to him, as indeed it was. Then the woman, seeing herself so + baffled and exposed, lost all control over herself and flew into such a + rage as Ben and Dick had often seen her in before. Dick grinned a trifle + more as he watched her and heard the names she called them all and the + violent threats she made, but Ben did not turn to look at her. + </p> + <p> + “I can swear to her in any court,” he said to Mr. Havisham, “and I can + bring a dozen others who will. Her father is a respectable sort of man, + though he's low down in the world. Her mother was just like herself. She's + dead, but he's alive, and he's honest enough to be ashamed of her. He'll + tell you who she is, and whether she married me or not.” + </p> + <p> + Then he clenched his hand suddenly and turned on her. + </p> + <p> + “Where's the child?” he demanded. “He's going with me! He is done with + you, and so am I!” + </p> + <p> + And just as he finished saying the words, the door leading into the + bedroom opened a little, and the boy, probably attracted by the sound of + the loud voices, looked in. He was not a handsome boy, but he had rather a + nice face, and he was quite like Ben, his father, as any one could see, + and there was the three-cornered scar on his chin. + </p> + <p> + Ben walked up to him and took his hand, and his own was trembling. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he said, “I could swear to him, too. Tom,” he said to the little + fellow, “I'm your father; I've come to take you away. Where's your hat?” + </p> + <p> + The boy pointed to where it lay on a chair. It evidently rather pleased + him to hear that he was going away. He had been so accustomed to queer + experiences that it did not surprise him to be told by a stranger that he + was his father. He objected so much to the woman who had come a few months + before to the place where he had lived since his babyhood, and who had + suddenly announced that she was his mother, that he was quite ready for a + change. Ben took up the hat and marched to the door. + </p> + <p> + “If you want me again,” he said to Mr. Havisham, “you know where to find + me.” + </p> + <p> + He walked out of the room, holding the child's hand and not looking at the + woman once. She was fairly raving with fury, and the Earl was calmly + gazing at her through his eyeglasses, which he had quietly placed upon his + aristocratic, eagle nose. + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, my young woman,” said Mr. Havisham. “This won't do at all. If + you don't want to be locked up, you really must behave yourself.” + </p> + <p> + And there was something so very business-like in his tones that, probably + feeling that the safest thing she could do would be to get out of the way, + she gave him one savage look and dashed past him into the next room and + slammed the door. + </p> + <p> + “We shall have no more trouble with her,” said Mr. Havisham. + </p> + <p> + And he was right; for that very night she left the Dorincourt Arms and + took the train to London, and was seen no more. + </p> + <p> + When the Earl left the room after the interview, he went at once to his + carriage. + </p> + <p> + “To Court Lodge,” he said to Thomas. + </p> + <p> + “To Court Lodge,” said Thomas to the coachman as he mounted the box; “an' + you may depend on it, things are taking a uniggspected turn.” + </p> + <p> + When the carriage stopped at Court Lodge, Cedric was in the drawing-room + with his mother. + </p> + <p> + The Earl came in without being announced. He looked an inch or so taller, + and a great many years younger. His deep eyes flashed. + </p> + <p> + “Where,” he said, “is Lord Fauntleroy?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Errol came forward, a flush rising to her cheek. + </p> + <p> + “Is it Lord Fauntleroy?” she asked. “Is it, indeed!” + </p> + <p> + The Earl put out his hand and grasped hers. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he answered, “it is.” + </p> + <p> + Then he put his other hand on Cedric's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Fauntleroy,” he said in his unceremonious, authoritative way, “ask your + mother when she will come to us at the Castle.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy flung his arms around his mother's neck. + </p> + <p> + “To live with us!” he cried. “To live with us always!” + </p> + <p> + The Earl looked at Mrs. Errol, and Mrs. Errol looked at the Earl. + </p> + <p> + His lordship was entirely in earnest. He had made up his mind to waste no + time in arranging this matter. He had begun to think it would suit him to + make friends with his heir's mother. + </p> + <p> + “Are you quite sure you want me?” said Mrs. Errol, with her soft, pretty + smile. + </p> + <p> + “Quite sure,” he said bluntly. “We have always wanted you, but we were not + exactly aware of it. We hope you will come.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XV + </h2> + <p> + Ben took his boy and went back to his cattle ranch in California, and he + returned under very comfortable circumstances. Just before his going, Mr. + Havisham had an interview with him in which the lawyer told him that the + Earl of Dorincourt wished to do something for the boy who might have + turned out to be Lord Fauntleroy, and so he had decided that it would be a + good plan to invest in a cattle ranch of his own, and put Ben in charge of + it on terms which would make it pay him very well, and which would lay a + foundation for his son's future. And so when Ben went away, he went as the + prospective master of a ranch which would be almost as good as his own, + and might easily become his own in time, as indeed it did in the course of + a few years; and Tom, the boy, grew up on it into a fine young man and was + devotedly fond of his father; and they were so successful and happy that + Ben used to say that Tom made up to him for all the troubles he had ever + had. + </p> + <p> + But Dick and Mr. Hobbs—who had actually come over with the others to + see that things were properly looked after—did not return for some + time. It had been decided at the outset that the Earl would provide for + Dick, and would see that he received a solid education; and Mr. Hobbs had + decided that as he himself had left a reliable substitute in charge of his + store, he could afford to wait to see the festivities which were to + celebrate Lord Fauntleroy's eighth birthday. All the tenantry were + invited, and there were to be feasting and dancing and games in the park, + and bonfires and fire-works in the evening. + </p> + <p> + “Just like the Fourth of July!” said Lord Fauntleroy. “It seems a pity my + birthday wasn't on the Fourth, doesn't it? For then we could keep them + both together.” + </p> + <p> + It must be confessed that at first the Earl and Mr. Hobbs were not as + intimate as it might have been hoped they would become, in the interests + of the British aristocracy. The fact was that the Earl had known very few + grocery-men, and Mr. Hobbs had not had many very close acquaintances who + were earls; and so in their rare interviews conversation did not flourish. + It must also be owned that Mr. Hobbs had been rather overwhelmed by the + splendors Fauntleroy felt it his duty to show him. + </p> + <p> + The entrance gate and the stone lions and the avenue impressed Mr. Hobbs + somewhat at the beginning, and when he saw the Castle, and the + flower-gardens, and the hot-houses, and the terraces, and the peacocks, + and the dungeon, and the armor, and the great staircase, and the stables, + and the liveried servants, he really was quite bewildered. But it was the + picture gallery which seemed to be the finishing stroke. + </p> + <p> + “Somethin' in the manner of a museum?” he said to Fauntleroy, when he was + led into the great, beautiful room. + </p> + <p> + “N—no—!” said Fauntleroy, rather doubtfully. “I don't THINK + it's a museum. My grandfather says these are my ancestors.” + </p> + <p> + “Your aunt's sisters!” ejaculated Mr. Hobbs. “ALL of 'em? Your + great-uncle, he MUST have had a family! Did he raise 'em all?” + </p> + <p> + And he sank into a seat and looked around him with quite an agitated + countenance, until with the greatest difficulty Lord Fauntleroy managed to + explain that the walls were not lined entirely with the portraits of the + progeny of his great-uncle. + </p> + <p> + He found it necessary, in fact, to call in the assistance of Mrs. Mellon, + who knew all about the pictures, and could tell who painted them and when, + and who added romantic stories of the lords and ladies who were the + originals. When Mr. Hobbs once understood, and had heard some of these + stories, he was very much fascinated and liked the picture gallery almost + better than anything else; and he would often walk over from the village, + where he staid at the Dorincourt Arms, and would spend half an hour or so + wandering about the gallery, staring at the painted ladies and gentlemen, + who also stared at him, and shaking his head nearly all the time. + </p> + <p> + “And they was all earls!” he would say, “er pretty nigh it! An' HE'S goin' + to be one of 'em, an' own it all!” + </p> + <p> + Privately he was not nearly so much disgusted with earls and their mode of + life as he had expected to be, and it is to be doubted whether his + strictly republican principles were not shaken a little by a closer + acquaintance with castles and ancestors and all the rest of it. At any + rate, one day he uttered a very remarkable and unexpected sentiment: + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't have minded bein' one of 'em myself!” he said—which was + really a great concession. + </p> + <p> + What a grand day it was when little Lord Fauntleroy's birthday arrived, + and how his young lordship enjoyed it! How beautiful the park looked, + filled with the thronging people dressed in their gayest and best, and + with the flags flying from the tents and the top of the Castle! Nobody had + staid away who could possibly come, because everybody was really glad that + little Lord Fauntleroy was to be little Lord Fauntleroy still, and some + day was to be the master of everything. Every one wanted to have a look at + him, and at his pretty, kind mother, who had made so many friends. And + positively every one liked the Earl rather better, and felt more amiably + toward him because the little boy loved and trusted him so, and because, + also, he had now made friends with and behaved respectfully to his heir's + mother. It was said that he was even beginning to be fond of her, too, and + that between his young lordship and his young lordship's mother, the Earl + might be changed in time into quite a well-behaved old nobleman, and + everybody might be happier and better off. + </p> + <p> + What scores and scores of people there were under the trees, and in the + tents, and on the lawns! Farmers and farmers' wives in their Sunday suits + and bonnets and shawls; girls and their sweethearts; children frolicking + and chasing about; and old dames in red cloaks gossiping together. At the + Castle, there were ladies and gentlemen who had come to see the fun, and + to congratulate the Earl, and to meet Mrs. Errol. Lady Lorredaile and Sir + Harry were there, and Sir Thomas Asshe and his daughters, and Mr. + Havisham, of course, and then beautiful Miss Vivian Herbert, with the + loveliest white gown and lace parasol, and a circle of gentlemen to take + care of her—though she evidently liked Fauntleroy better than all of + them put together. And when he saw her and ran to her and put his arm + around her neck, she put her arms around him, too, and kissed him as + warmly as if he had been her own favorite little brother, and she said: + </p> + <p> + “Dear little Lord Fauntleroy! dear little boy! I am so glad! I am so + glad!” + </p> + <p> + And afterward she walked about the grounds with him, and let him show her + everything. And when he took her to where Mr. Hobbs and Dick were, and + said to her, “This is my old, old friend Mr. Hobbs, Miss Herbert, and this + is my other old friend Dick. I told them how pretty you were, and I told + them they should see you if you came to my birthday,”—she shook + hands with them both, and stood and talked to them in her prettiest way, + asking them about America and their voyage and their life since they had + been in England; while Fauntleroy stood by, looking up at her with adoring + eyes, and his cheeks quite flushed with delight because he saw that Mr. + Hobbs and Dick liked her so much. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Dick solemnly, afterward, “she's the daisiest gal I ever saw! + She's—well, she's just a daisy, that's what she is, 'n' no mistake!” + </p> + <p> + Everybody looked after her as she passed, and every one looked after + little Lord Fauntleroy. And the sun shone and the flags fluttered and the + games were played and the dances danced, and as the gayeties went on and + the joyous afternoon passed, his little lordship was simply radiantly + happy. + </p> + <p> + The whole world seemed beautiful to him. + </p> + <p> + There was some one else who was happy, too,—an old man, who, though + he had been rich and noble all his life, had not often been very honestly + happy. Perhaps, indeed, I shall tell you that I think it was because he + was rather better than he had been that he was rather happier. He had not, + indeed, suddenly become as good as Fauntleroy thought him; but, at least, + he had begun to love something, and he had several times found a sort of + pleasure in doing the kind things which the innocent, kind little heart of + a child had suggested,—and that was a beginning. And every day he + had been more pleased with his son's wife. It was true, as the people + said, that he was beginning to like her too. He liked to hear her sweet + voice and to see her sweet face; and as he sat in his arm-chair, he used + to watch her and listen as she talked to her boy; and he heard loving, + gentle words which were new to him, and he began to see why the little + fellow who had lived in a New York side street and known grocery-men and + made friends with boot-blacks, was still so well-bred and manly a little + fellow that he made no one ashamed of him, even when fortune changed him + into the heir to an English earldom, living in an English castle. + </p> + <p> + It was really a very simple thing, after all,—it was only that he + had lived near a kind and gentle heart, and had been taught to think kind + thoughts always and to care for others. It is a very little thing, + perhaps, but it is the best thing of all. He knew nothing of earls and + castles; he was quite ignorant of all grand and splendid things; but he + was always lovable because he was simple and loving. To be so is like + being born a king. + </p> + <p> + As the old Earl of Dorincourt looked at him that day, moving about the + park among the people, talking to those he knew and making his ready + little bow when any one greeted him, entertaining his friends Dick and Mr. + Hobbs, or standing near his mother or Miss Herbert listening to their + conversation, the old nobleman was very well satisfied with him. And he + had never been better satisfied than he was when they went down to the + biggest tent, where the more important tenants of the Dorincourt estate + were sitting down to the grand collation of the day. + </p> + <p> + They were drinking toasts; and, after they had drunk the health of the + Earl, with much more enthusiasm than his name had ever been greeted with + before, they proposed the health of “Little Lord Fauntleroy.” And if there + had ever been any doubt at all as to whether his lordship was popular or + not, it would have been settled that instant. Such a clamor of voices, and + such a rattle of glasses and applause! They had begun to like him so much, + those warm-hearted people, that they forgot to feel any restraint before + the ladies and gentlemen from the castle, who had come to see them. They + made quite a decent uproar, and one or two motherly women looked tenderly + at the little fellow where he stood, with his mother on one side and the + Earl on the other, and grew quite moist about the eyes, and said to one + another: + </p> + <p> + “God bless him, the pretty little dear!” + </p> + <p> + Little Lord Fauntleroy was delighted. He stood and smiled, and made bows, + and flushed rosy red with pleasure up to the roots of his bright hair. + </p> + <p> + “Is it because they like me, Dearest?” he said to his mother. “Is it, + Dearest? I'm so glad!” + </p> + <p> + And then the Earl put his hand on the child's shoulder and said to him: + </p> + <p> + “Fauntleroy, say to them that you thank them for their kindness.” + </p> + <p> + Fauntleroy gave a glance up at him and then at his mother. + </p> + <p> + “Must I?” he asked just a trifle shyly, and she smiled, and so did Miss + Herbert, and they both nodded. And so he made a little step forward, and + everybody looked at him—such a beautiful, innocent little fellow he + was, too, with his brave, trustful face!—and he spoke as loudly as + he could, his childish voice ringing out quite clear and strong. + </p> + <p> + “I'm ever so much obliged to you!” he said, “and—I hope you'll enjoy + my birthday—because I've enjoyed it so much—and—I'm very + glad I'm going to be an earl; I didn't think at first I should like it, + but now I do—and I love this place so, and I think it is beautiful—and—and—and + when I am an earl, I am going to try to be as good as my grandfather.” + </p> + <p> + And amid the shouts and clamor of applause, he stepped back with a little + sigh of relief, and put his hand into the Earl's and stood close to him, + smiling and leaning against his side. + </p> + <p> + And that would be the very end of my story; but I must add one curious + piece of information, which is that Mr. Hobbs became so fascinated with + high life and was so reluctant to leave his young friend that he actually + sold his corner store in New York, and settled in the English village of + Erlesboro, where he opened a shop which was patronized by the Castle and + consequently was a great success. And though he and the Earl never became + very intimate, if you will believe me, that man Hobbs became in time more + aristocratic than his lordship himself, and he read the Court news every + morning, and followed all the doings of the House of Lords! And about ten + years after, when Dick, who had finished his education and was going to + visit his brother in California, asked the good grocer if he did not wish + to return to America, he shook his head seriously. + </p> + <p> + “Not to live there,” he said. “Not to live there; I want to be near HIM, + an' sort o' look after him. It's a good enough country for them that's + young an' stirrin'—but there's faults in it. There's not an + auntsister among 'em—nor an earl!” + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 479 ***</div> + </body> +</html> + |