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Mr
.
Havisham
drew
his
head
in
at
the
window
of
his
coupe
and
leaned
back
with
a
dry
smile
.
“
Bravo
,
Lord
Fauntleroy
!
”
he
said
.
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
.
“
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
.
”
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
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
But
Cedric
relieved
him
by
suddenly
beginning
the
conversation
himself
.
