In mid-1880s Brooklyn, New York, Cedric Errol lives with his Mother (never named, known only as Mrs Errol or `dearest`) in genteel poverty after his Father Captain Errol dies. They receive a visit from Havisham, an English lawyer with a message from Cedric's grandfather, Lord Dorincourt. With the deaths of his father's elder brothers, Cedric is now Lord Fauntleroy and heir to the Earldom and a vast estate.

genre : Fiction & Fantasy

4 hour and 21 minute

Read Little Lord Fauntleroy Online

[Feedbooks]

Little Lord Fauntleroy

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Published: 1885

Categorie(s): Fiction

Source: http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/479 About Burnett:

Frances Hodgson Burnett (November 24, 1849 – October 29, 1924) was an Anglo-American playwright and author. She is best known for her children's stories, in particular The Secret Garden, A Little Princess, and Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Also available on Feedbooks Burnett:

- A Little Princess (1903)

- The Secret Garden (1911)

- The Lost Prince (1914)

- A Lady of Quality (1896)

- The Head of the House of Coombe (1922)

Copyright: This work is available for countries where copyright is Life+70 and in the USA.

Note: This book is brought to you by Feedbooks

http://www.feedbooks.com

Strictly for personal use, do not use this file for commercial purposes.

Chapter 1

Cedric himself knew nothing whatever about it. 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.

"Dearest," said Cedric (his papa had called her that always, and so the little boy had learned to say it),—"dearest, is my papa better?"

He felt her arms tremble, and so he turned his curly head and looked in her face. There was something in it that made him feel that he was going to cry.

"Dearest," he said, "is he well?"

Then suddenly his loving little heart told him that he'd better put both his arms around her neck and kiss her again and again, and keep his soft cheek close to hers; and he did so, and she laid her face on his shoulder and cried bitterly, holding him as if she could never let him go again.

"Yes, he is well," she sobbed; "he is quite, quite well, but we—we have no one left but each other. No one at all."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Oh, Mary!" he heard her say once to her old servant; "I am sure he is trying to help me in his innocent way—I know he is. He looks at me sometimes with a loving, wondering little look, as if he were sorry for me, and then he will come and pet me or show me something. He is such a little man, I really think he knows."

As he grew older, he had a great many quaint little ways which amused and interested people greatly. He was so much of a companion for his mother that she scarcely cared for any other. They used to walk together and talk together and play together. When he was quite a little fellow, he learned to read; and after that he used to lie on the hearth-rug, in the evening, and read aloud—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.

"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."

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.

"'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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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!"

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.

"Did you ever know many marquises, Mr. Hobbs?" Cedric inquired,—"or earls?"

"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!"

And he was so proud of the sentiment that he looked around proudly and mopped his forehead.

"Perhaps they wouldn't be earls if they knew any better," said Cedric, feeling some vague sympathy for their unhappy condition.

"Wouldn't they!" said Mr. Hobbs. "They just glory in it! It's in 'em. They're a bad lot."

They were in the midst of their conversation, when Mary appeared.

Cedric thought she had come to buy some sugar, perhaps, but she had not. She looked almost pale and as if she were excited about something.

"Come home, darlint," she said; "the misthress is wantin' yez."

Cedric slipped down from his stool.

"Does she want me to go out with her, Mary?" he asked. "Good-morning, Mr. Hobbs. I'll see you again."

He was surprised to see Mary staring at him in a dumfounded fashion, and he wondered why she kept shaking her head.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"What's the matter, Mary?" he said. "Is it the hot weather?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"No," said Mary; "but there's strange things happenin' to us."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Has the sun given Dearest a headache?" he inquired anxiously.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Lords, is it?" he heard her say. "An' the nobility an' gintry. Och! bad cess to them! Lords, indade—worse luck."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He seemed not at all displeased.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"And so," he said at last, slowly,—"and so this is little Lord Fauntleroy."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Chapter 2

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He turned quite pale when he was first told of it.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Oh! Dearest!" he said, "I should rather not be an earl. None of the boys are earls. Can't I NOT be one?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Ceddie shook his head mournfully.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Hello!" said Mr. Hobbs. "Mornin'!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Good-morning," said Cedric.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Hello!" he said again.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Mr. Hobbs," he said, "do you remember what we were talking about yesterday morning?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Well," replied Mr. Hobbs,—"seems to me it was England."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Yes," said Cedric; "but just when Mary came for me, you know?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"We WAS mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Yes," said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, "and—and earls; don't you know?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Why, yes," returned Mr. Hobbs; "we DID touch 'em up a little; that's so!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"You said," he proceeded, "that you wouldn't have them sitting 'round on your cracker-barrels."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"So I did!" returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. "And I meant it. Let 'em try it—that's all!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Mr. Hobbs," said Cedric, "one is sitting on this box now!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"What!" he exclaimed.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Yes," Cedric announced, with due modesty; "I am one—or I am going to be. I won't deceive you."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look at the thermometer.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He put his big hand on the little boy's hair. This was more embarrassing than ever.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with his handkerchief.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"ONE of us has got a sunstroke!" he exclaimed.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face before him.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Who is your grandfather?" he asked.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Wha—what did you say your name was?" Mr. Hobbs inquired.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!'"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Well," said Mr. Hobbs, "I'll be—jiggered!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He looked at Mr. Hobbs wistfully.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"England is a long way off, isn't it?" he asked.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"It's across the Atlantic Ocean," Mr. Hobbs answered.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"The best of friends must part," said Mr. Hobbs.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Well," said Cedric, "we have been friends for a great many years, haven't we?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Ever since you was born," Mr. Hobbs answered. "You was about six weeks old when you was first walked out on this street."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Ah," remarked Cedric, with a sigh, "I never thought I should have to be an earl then!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"You think," said Mr. Hobbs, "there's no getting out of it?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

When he first told Mrs. Errol what he had come for, she turned very pale.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The lawyer cleared his throat.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Then she came back to the table and stood looking up at Mr. Havisham very gently.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"She thinks very little of herself," the lawyer thought. "She does not make any terms for herself."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham preferred to express his noble patron's offer in smoother and more courteous language.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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?

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"He seems to be a very mature little fellow," Mr. Havisham said to the mother.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"One, to make ready!" yelled the starter. "Two, to be steady. Three—and away!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Hooray, Ced Errol!" all the boys shouted, dancing and shrieking with excitement. "Hooray, Billy Williams! Hooray, Ceddie! Hooray, Billy! Hooray! 'Ray! 'Ray!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Three cheers for Ceddie Errol!" yelled the little boys. "Hooray for Ceddie Errol!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham drew his head in at the window of his coupe and leaned back with a dry smile.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Bravo, Lord Fauntleroy!" he said.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

But Cedric relieved him by suddenly beginning the conversation himself.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Do you know," he said, "I don't know what an earl is?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Don't you?" said Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"No," replied Ceddie. "And I think when a boy is going to be one, he ought to know. Don't you?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Well—yes," answered Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Oh!" said Cedric; "that's like the President."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Is it?" said Mr. Havisham. "Is that why your presidents are elected?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"It is rather different from being a president," said Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Is it?" asked Cedric. "How? Are there no torch-light processions?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"An earl is—is a very important person," he began.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"An earl," Mr. Havisham went on, feeling rather uncertain of his ground, "is frequently of very ancient lineage——"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"What's that?" asked Ceddie.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Of very old family—extremely old."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"That's a good thing to have," said Ceddie innocently. "I wish I had a great deal of money."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Do you?" said Mr. Havisham. "And why?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Ahem!" said Mr. Havisham. "And what else would you do if you were rich?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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——"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Who is Dick?" asked Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"And what would you like to do for him?" inquired the lawyer, rubbing his chin and smiling a queer smile.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Well," said Lord Fauntleroy, settling himself in his chair with a business air, "I'd buy Jake out."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"And who is Jake?" Mr. Havisham asked.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Is there anything——" he began. "What would you get for yourself, if you were rich?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"A company!" exclaimed Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The door opened and Mrs. Errol came in.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Cedric slipped down out of his big chair.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He hesitated a moment, and then said, looking down at Mrs. Errol:

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

For the second time, he did not repeat the Earl's exact words. His lordship had, indeed, said:

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"That would be twenty-five dollars!" exclaimed Mrs. Errol. "It will seem like wealth to them. I can scarcely believe that it is true."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The lawyer slightly cleared his throat. It touched his worldly, hard old heart to see the tender, timid look in her brown eyes.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Then his mother went for Cedric and brought him back into the parlor. Mr. Havisham heard him talking before he entered the room.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

His little face looked quite anxious when he came in. He was very sorry for Bridget.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Dearest said you wanted me," he said to Mr. Havisham. "I've been talking to Bridget."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"The Earl of Dorincourt——" he began, and then he glanced involuntarily at Mrs. Errol.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Little Lord Fauntleroy's mother suddenly kneeled down by him and put both her tender arms around his childish body.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He looked from his mother to Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Can I have it now?" he cried. "Can I give it to her this minute? She's just going."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham handed him the money. It was in fresh, clean greenbacks and made a neat roll.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Ceddie flew out of the room with it.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Oh, Master Ceddie!" cried Bridget, in an awe-stricken voice. "It's twinty-foive dollars is here. Where be's the misthress?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I think I shall have to go and explain it to her," Mrs. Errol said.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"It will make a great difference," he said to himself. "It will make a great difference."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Chapter 3

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

It had never occurred to his honest, simple little mind that there were people who could forget kindnesses.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I soy!" he said, "what're yer givin' us?" This plainly embarrassed his lordship a little, but he bore himself bravely.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Hobbs blew his nose very loudly again.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I'd come to see you," replied Mr. Hobbs, graciously.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"We liked this little house, Dearest, didn't we?" he said. "We always will like it, won't we?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Yes—yes," she answered, in a low, sweet voice. "Yes, darling."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Good-bye!" he panted. "Wear it when ye get among the swells." And he darted off and was gone.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Cedric held the handkerchief in his hand. It was of bright red silk ornamented with purple horseshoes and horses' heads.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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:

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Little Lord Fauntleroy leaned forward and waved the red handkerchief.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Good-bye, Dick!" he shouted, lustily. "Thank you! Good-bye, Dick!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Chapter 4

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I should love it better if you were there," his small lordship said, with a heavy little sigh.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The fact was that Mrs. Errol had thought it better not to tell him why this plan had been made.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"And so you are going to try to like the Earl," he said.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Do you think," suggested Mr. Havisham, "that he will be fond of you?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Oh!" remarked the lawyer, "that's it, is it?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Yes," said Cedric, "that's it. Don't you think that's it, too? Of course a man would be fond of his grandson."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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:

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Shiver my timbers, but it's a cold day!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Lord Fauntleroy sprang at her with a gay little shout.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Did you get here, Mary?" he said. "Here's Mary, Dearest," and he kissed the maid on her rough red cheek.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"He'll have no easy time of it, poor little chap," they had said among themselves.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."'

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

They were, indeed, speaking in a rather low tone. Mrs. Errol looked a little pale and agitated.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"He need not go to-night?" she said. "He will stay with me to-night?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mrs. Errol smiled faintly.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"The money!" Mr. Havisham exclaimed. "You can not mean the income he proposed to settle upon you!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham rubbed his chin.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"This is very strange," he said. "He will be very angry. He won't understand it."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham looked reflective for a few moments.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I will deliver your message," he said afterward.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Well," he said; "well, Havisham, come back, have you? What's the news?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Lord Fauntleroy and his mother are at Court Lodge," replied Mr. Havisham. "They bore the voyage very well and are in excellent health."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The Earl made a half-impatient sound and moved his hand restlessly.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Glad to hear it," he said brusquely. "So far, so good. Make yourself comfortable. Have a glass of wine and settle down. What else?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"His lordship remains with his mother to-night. To-morrow I will bring him to the Castle."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The Earl's elbow was resting on the arm of his chair; he put his hand up and shielded his eyes with it.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham drank a little of the glass of port he had poured out for himself, and sat holding it in his hand.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"It is rather difficult to judge of the character of a child of seven," he said cautiously.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The Earl's prejudices were very intense. He looked up quickly and uttered a rough word.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"A fool, is he?" he exclaimed. "Or a clumsy cub? His American blood tells, does it?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Healthy and well-grown?" asked my lord.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Apparently very healthy, and quite well-grown," replied the lawyer.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Straight-limbed and well enough to look at?" demanded the Earl.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I have a message to deliver from Mrs. Errol," he remarked.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I don't want any of her messages!" growled his lordship; "the less I hear of her the better."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"This is a rather important one," explained the lawyer. "She prefers not to accept the income you proposed to settle on her."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The Earl started visibly.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"What's that?" he cried out. "What's that?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Mr. Havisham repeated his words.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"She says it is not necessary, and that as the relations between you are not friendly——"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"She won't spend it," said Mr. Havisham.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"No," said Mr. Havisham. "I have another message, which will prove to you that she has not done that."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"I don't want to hear it!" panted the Earl, out of breath with anger and excitement and gout.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

But Mr. Havisham delivered it.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The Earl sank back into his chair. His deep-set fierce old eyes gleamed under his beetling brows.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Come, now!" he said, still breathlessly. "Come, now! You don't mean the mother hasn't told him?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"He does, eh?" said the Earl.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Pooh, pooh!" said the Earl. "The youngster is only seven years old!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"He has spent those seven years at his mother's side," returned Mr. Havisham; "and she has all his affection."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Chapter 5

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"How do you do?" he said brightly. "Good-afternoon!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

The woman seemed pleased, he thought. The smile broadened on her rosy face and a kind look came into her blue eyes.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"God bless your lordship!" she said. "God bless your pretty face! Good luck and happiness to your lordship! Welcome to you!"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

Lord Fauntleroy waved his cap and nodded to her again as the carriage rolled by her.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

He was rather puzzled by the length of time they were on their way.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"How far is it," he said, at length, "from the gate to the front door?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"It is between three and four miles," answered the lawyer.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"That's a long way for a person to live from his gate," remarked his lordship.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"Has there been a circus?" he cried; "or do they live here always? Whose are they?"

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"They live here," Mr. Havisham told him. "They belong to the Earl, your grandfather."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

"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."

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir

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.

دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir