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“
She
is
evidently
,
”
the
lawyer
said
to
Mrs
.
Errol
,
“
a
person
from
the
lower
walks
of
life
.
She
is
uneducated
and
untrained
in
everything
,
and
quite
unused
to
meeting
people
like
ourselves
on
any
terms
of
equality
.
She
does
not
know
what
to
do
.
Her
visit
to
the
Castle
quite
cowed
her
.
She
was
infuriated
,
but
she
was
cowed
.
The
Earl
would
not
receive
her
,
but
I
advised
him
to
go
with
me
to
the
Dorincourt
Arms
,
where
she
is
staying
.
When
she
saw
him
enter
the
room
,
she
turned
white
,
though
she
flew
into
a
rage
at
once
,
and
threatened
and
demanded
in
one
breath
.
”
The
fact
was
that
the
Earl
had
stalked
into
the
room
and
stood
,
looking
like
a
venerable
aristocratic
giant
,
staring
at
the
woman
from
under
his
beetling
brows
,
and
not
condescending
a
word
.
He
simply
stared
at
her
,
taking
her
in
from
head
to
foot
as
if
she
were
some
repulsive
curiosity
.
He
let
her
talk
and
demand
until
she
was
tired
,
without
himself
uttering
a
word
,
and
then
he
said
:
“
You
say
you
are
my
eldest
son
’
s
wife
.
If
that
is
true
,
and
if
the
proof
you
offer
is
too
much
for
us
,
the
law
is
on
your
side
.
In
that
case
,
your
boy
is
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
The
matter
will
be
sifted
to
the
bottom
,
you
may
rest
assured
.
If
your
claims
are
proved
,
you
will
be
provided
for
.
I
want
to
see
nothing
of
either
you
or
the
child
so
long
as
I
live
.
The
place
will
unfortunately
have
enough
of
you
after
my
death
.
You
are
exactly
the
kind
of
person
I
should
have
expected
my
son
Bevis
to
choose
.
”
And
then
he
turned
his
back
upon
her
and
stalked
out
of
the
room
as
he
had
stalked
into
it
.
Not
many
days
after
that
,
a
visitor
was
announced
to
Mrs
.
Errol
,
who
was
writing
in
her
little
morning
room
.
The
maid
,
who
brought
the
message
,
looked
rather
excited
;
her
eyes
were
quite
round
with
amazement
,
in
fact
,
and
being
young
and
inexperienced
,
she
regarded
her
mistress
with
nervous
sympathy
.
“
It
’
s
the
Earl
hisself
,
ma
’
am
!
”
she
said
in
tremulous
awe
.
When
Mrs
.
Errol
entered
the
drawing
-
room
,
a
very
tall
,
majestic
-
looking
old
man
was
standing
on
the
tiger
-
skin
rug
.
He
had
a
handsome
,
grim
old
face
,
with
an
aquiline
profile
,
a
long
white
mustache
,
and
an
obstinate
look
.
“
Mrs
.
Errol
,
I
believe
?
”
he
said
.
“
Mrs
.
Errol
,
”
she
answered
.
