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Mr
.
Havisham
said
a
few
words
to
her
in
a
low
voice
.
“
In
the
library
,
sir
,
”
Mrs
.
Mellon
replied
.
“
His
lordship
is
to
be
taken
there
alone
.
”
A
few
minutes
later
,
the
very
tall
footman
in
livery
,
who
had
escorted
Cedric
to
the
library
door
,
opened
it
and
announced
:
“
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
my
lord
,
”
in
quite
a
majestic
tone
.
If
he
was
only
a
footman
,
he
felt
it
was
rather
a
grand
occasion
when
the
heir
came
home
to
his
own
land
and
possessions
,
and
was
ushered
into
the
presence
of
the
old
Earl
,
whose
place
and
title
he
was
to
take
.
Cedric
crossed
the
threshold
into
the
room
.
It
was
a
very
large
and
splendid
room
,
with
massive
carven
furniture
in
it
,
and
shelves
upon
shelves
of
books
;
the
furniture
was
so
dark
,
and
the
draperies
so
heavy
,
the
diamond
-
paned
windows
were
so
deep
,
and
it
seemed
such
a
distance
from
one
end
of
it
to
the
other
,
that
,
since
the
sun
had
gone
down
,
the
effect
of
it
all
was
rather
gloomy
.
For
a
moment
Cedric
thought
there
was
nobody
in
the
room
,
but
soon
he
saw
that
by
the
fire
burning
on
the
wide
hearth
there
was
a
large
easy
-
chair
and
that
in
that
chair
some
one
was
sitting
—
some
one
who
did
not
at
first
turn
to
look
at
him
.
But
he
had
attracted
attention
in
one
quarter
at
least
.
On
the
floor
,
by
the
arm
-
chair
,
lay
a
dog
,
a
huge
tawny
mastiff
,
with
body
and
limbs
almost
as
big
as
a
lion
’
s
;
and
this
great
creature
rose
majestically
and
slowly
,
and
marched
toward
the
little
fellow
with
a
heavy
step
.
Then
the
person
in
the
chair
spoke
.
“
Dougal
,
”
he
called
,
“
come
back
,
sir
.
”
But
there
was
no
more
fear
in
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
’
s
heart
than
there
was
unkindness
—
he
had
been
a
brave
little
fellow
all
his
life
.
He
put
his
hand
on
the
big
dog
’
s
collar
in
the
most
natural
way
in
the
world
,
and
they
strayed
forward
together
,
Dougal
sniffing
as
he
went
.
And
then
the
Earl
looked
up
.
What
Cedric
saw
was
a
large
old
man
with
shaggy
white
hair
and
eyebrows
,
and
a
nose
like
an
eagle
’
s
beak
between
his
deep
,
fierce
eyes
.
What
the
Earl
saw
was
a
graceful
,
childish
figure
in
a
black
velvet
suit
,
with
a
lace
collar
,
and
with
love
-
locks
waving
about
the
handsome
,
manly
little
face
,
whose
eyes
met
his
with
a
look
of
innocent
good
-
fellowship
.
If
the
Castle
was
like
the
palace
in
a
fairy
story
,
it
must
be
owned
that
little
Lord
Fauntleroy
was
himself
rather
like
a
small
copy
of
the
fairy
prince
,
though
he
was
not
at
all
aware
of
the
fact
,
and
perhaps
was
rather
a
sturdy
young
model
of
a
fairy
.
But
there
was
a
sudden
glow
of
triumph
and
exultation
in
the
fiery
old
Earl
’
s
heart
as
he
saw
what
a
strong
,
beautiful
boy
this
grandson
was
,
and
how
unhesitatingly
he
looked
up
as
he
stood
with
his
hand
on
the
big
dog
’
s
neck
.
It
pleased
the
grim
old
nobleman
that
the
child
should
show
no
shyness
or
fear
,
either
of
the
dog
or
of
himself
.
