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“
I
was
detained
,
”
he
said
,
in
a
low
voice
to
the
Earl
,
“
by
—
an
extraordinary
event
.
”
It
was
as
unlike
the
methodic
old
lawyer
to
be
agitated
by
anything
as
it
was
to
be
late
,
but
it
was
evident
that
he
had
been
disturbed
.
At
dinner
he
ate
scarcely
anything
,
and
two
or
three
times
,
when
he
was
spoken
to
,
he
started
as
if
his
thoughts
were
far
away
.
At
dessert
,
when
Fauntleroy
came
in
,
he
looked
at
him
more
than
once
,
nervously
and
uneasily
.
Fauntleroy
noted
the
look
and
wondered
at
it
.
He
and
Mr
.
Havisham
were
on
friendly
terms
,
and
they
usually
exchanged
smiles
.
The
lawyer
seemed
to
have
forgotten
to
smile
that
evening
.
The
fact
was
,
he
forgot
everything
but
the
strange
and
painful
news
he
knew
he
must
tell
the
Earl
before
the
night
was
over
—
the
strange
news
which
he
knew
would
be
so
terrible
a
shock
,
and
which
would
change
the
face
of
everything
.
As
he
looked
about
at
the
splendid
rooms
and
the
brilliant
company
,
—
at
the
people
gathered
together
,
he
knew
,
more
that
they
might
see
the
bright
-
haired
little
fellow
near
the
Earl
’
s
chair
than
for
any
other
reason
,
—
as
he
looked
at
the
proud
old
man
and
at
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
smiling
at
his
side
,
he
really
felt
quite
shaken
,
notwithstanding
that
he
was
a
hardened
old
lawyer
.
What
a
blow
it
was
that
he
must
deal
them
!
He
did
not
exactly
know
how
the
long
,
superb
dinner
ended
.
He
sat
through
it
as
if
he
were
in
a
dream
,
and
several
times
he
saw
the
Earl
glance
at
him
in
surprise
.
But
it
was
over
at
last
,
and
the
gentlemen
joined
the
ladies
in
the
drawing
-
room
.
They
found
Fauntleroy
sitting
on
the
sofa
with
Miss
Vivian
Herbert
,
—
the
great
beauty
of
the
last
London
season
;
they
had
been
looking
at
some
pictures
,
and
he
was
thanking
his
companion
as
the
door
opened
.
“
I
’
m
ever
so
much
obliged
to
you
for
being
so
kind
to
me
!
”
he
was
saying
;
“
I
never
was
at
a
party
before
,
and
I
’
ve
enjoyed
myself
so
much
!
”
He
had
enjoyed
himself
so
much
that
when
the
gentlemen
gathered
about
Miss
Herbert
again
and
began
to
talk
to
her
,
as
he
listened
and
tried
to
understand
their
laughing
speeches
,
his
eyelids
began
to
droop
.
They
drooped
until
they
covered
his
eyes
two
or
three
times
,
and
then
the
sound
of
Miss
Herbert
’
s
low
,
pretty
laugh
would
bring
him
back
,
and
he
would
open
them
again
for
about
two
seconds
.
He
was
quite
sure
he
was
not
going
to
sleep
,
but
there
was
a
large
,
yellow
satin
cushion
behind
him
and
his
head
sank
against
it
,
and
after
a
while
his
eyelids
drooped
for
the
last
time
.
They
did
not
even
quite
open
when
,
as
it
seemed
a
long
time
after
,
some
one
kissed
him
lightly
on
the
cheek
.
It
was
Miss
Vivian
Herbert
,
who
was
going
away
,
and
she
spoke
to
him
softly
.
“
Good
-
night
,
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
”
she
said
.
“
Sleep
well
.
”
