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“
Unfortunately
the
law
can
not
,
”
said
the
Earl
.
“
If
it
could
,
it
should
.
This
outrageous
woman
and
her
child
—
—
”
“
Perhaps
she
cares
for
him
as
much
as
I
care
for
Cedric
,
my
lord
,
”
said
little
Mrs
.
Errol
.
“
And
if
she
was
your
eldest
son
’
s
wife
,
her
son
is
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
and
mine
is
not
.
”
She
was
no
more
afraid
of
him
than
Cedric
had
been
,
and
she
looked
at
him
just
as
Cedric
would
have
looked
,
and
he
,
having
been
an
old
tyrant
all
his
life
,
was
privately
pleased
by
it
.
People
so
seldom
dared
to
differ
from
him
that
there
was
an
entertaining
novelty
in
it
.
“
I
suppose
,
”
he
said
,
scowling
slightly
,
“
that
you
would
much
prefer
that
he
should
not
be
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
.
”
Her
fair
young
face
flushed
.
“
It
is
a
very
magnificent
thing
to
be
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
,
my
lord
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
know
that
,
but
I
care
most
that
he
should
be
what
his
father
was
—
brave
and
just
and
true
always
.
”
“
In
striking
contrast
to
what
his
grandfather
was
,
eh
?
”
said
his
lordship
sardonically
.
“
I
have
not
had
the
pleasure
of
knowing
his
grandfather
,
”
replied
Mrs
.
Errol
,
“
but
I
know
my
little
boy
believes
—
—
”
She
stopped
short
a
moment
,
looking
quietly
into
his
face
,
and
then
she
added
,
“
I
know
that
Cedric
loves
you
.
”
“
Would
he
have
loved
me
,
”
said
the
Earl
dryly
,
“
if
you
had
told
him
why
I
did
not
receive
you
at
the
Castle
?
”
