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“
Well
,
”
said
Cedric
,
“
we
have
been
friends
for
a
great
many
years
,
haven
’
t
we
?
”
“
Ever
since
you
was
born
,
”
Mr
.
Hobbs
answered
.
“
You
was
about
six
weeks
old
when
you
was
first
walked
out
on
this
street
.
”
“
Ah
,
”
remarked
Cedric
,
with
a
sigh
,
“
I
never
thought
I
should
have
to
be
an
earl
then
!
”
“
You
think
,
”
said
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
“
there
’
s
no
getting
out
of
it
?
”
“
I
’
m
afraid
not
,
”
answered
Cedric
.
“
My
mamma
says
that
my
papa
would
wish
me
to
do
it
.
But
if
I
have
to
be
an
earl
,
there
’
s
one
thing
I
can
do
:
I
can
try
to
be
a
good
one
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
be
a
tyrant
.
And
if
there
is
ever
to
be
another
war
with
America
,
I
shall
try
to
stop
it
.
”
His
conversation
with
Mr
.
Hobbs
was
a
long
and
serious
one
.
Once
having
got
over
the
first
shock
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
was
not
so
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
.
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
.
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
.
