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The
sensations
of
the
Right
Honorable
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
could
scarcely
be
described
.
He
was
not
an
old
nobleman
who
was
very
easily
bewildered
,
because
he
had
seen
a
great
deal
of
the
world
;
but
here
was
something
he
found
so
novel
that
it
almost
took
his
lordly
breath
away
,
and
caused
him
some
singular
emotions
.
He
had
never
cared
for
children
;
he
had
been
so
occupied
with
his
own
pleasures
that
he
had
never
had
time
to
care
for
them
.
His
own
sons
had
not
interested
him
when
they
were
very
young
—
though
sometimes
he
remembered
having
thought
Cedric
’
s
father
a
handsome
and
strong
little
fellow
.
He
had
been
so
selfish
himself
that
he
had
missed
the
pleasure
of
seeing
unselfishness
in
others
,
and
he
had
not
known
how
tender
and
faithful
and
affectionate
a
kind
-
hearted
little
child
can
be
,
and
how
innocent
and
unconscious
are
its
simple
,
generous
impulses
.
A
boy
had
always
seemed
to
him
a
most
objectionable
little
animal
,
selfish
and
greedy
and
boisterous
when
not
under
strict
restraint
;
his
own
two
eldest
sons
had
given
their
tutors
constant
trouble
and
annoyance
,
and
of
the
younger
one
he
fancied
he
had
heard
few
complaints
because
the
boy
was
of
no
particular
importance
.
It
had
never
once
occurred
to
him
that
he
should
like
his
grandson
;
he
had
sent
for
the
little
Cedric
because
his
pride
impelled
him
to
do
so
.
If
the
boy
was
to
take
his
place
in
the
future
,
he
did
not
wish
his
name
to
be
made
ridiculous
by
descending
to
an
uneducated
boor
.
He
had
been
convinced
the
boy
would
be
a
clownish
fellow
if
he
were
brought
up
in
America
.
He
had
no
feeling
of
affection
for
the
lad
;
his
only
hope
was
that
he
should
find
him
decently
well
-
featured
,
and
with
a
respectable
share
of
sense
;
he
had
been
so
disappointed
in
his
other
sons
,
and
had
been
made
so
furious
by
Captain
Errol
’
s
American
marriage
,
that
he
had
never
once
thought
that
anything
creditable
could
come
of
it
.
When
the
footman
had
announced
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
he
had
almost
dreaded
to
look
at
the
boy
lest
he
should
find
him
all
that
he
had
feared
.
It
was
because
of
this
feeling
that
he
had
ordered
that
the
child
should
be
sent
to
him
alone
.
His
pride
could
not
endure
that
others
should
see
his
disappointment
if
he
was
to
be
disappointed
.
His
proud
,
stubborn
old
heart
therefore
had
leaped
within
him
when
the
boy
came
forward
with
his
graceful
,
easy
carriage
,
his
fearless
hand
on
the
big
dog
’
s
neck
.
Even
in
the
moments
when
he
had
hoped
the
most
,
the
Earl
had
never
hoped
that
his
grandson
would
look
like
that
.
It
seemed
almost
too
good
to
be
true
that
this
should
be
the
boy
he
had
dreaded
to
see
—
the
child
of
the
woman
he
so
disliked
—
this
little
fellow
with
so
much
beauty
and
such
a
brave
,
childish
grace
!
The
Earl
’
s
stern
composure
was
quite
shaken
by
this
startling
surprise
.
And
then
their
talk
began
;
and
he
was
still
more
curiously
moved
,
and
more
and
more
puzzled
.
In
the
first
place
,
he
was
so
used
to
seeing
people
rather
afraid
and
embarrassed
before
him
,
that
he
had
expected
nothing
else
but
that
his
grandson
would
be
timid
or
shy
.
But
Cedric
was
no
more
afraid
of
the
Earl
than
he
had
been
of
Dougal
.
He
was
not
bold
;
he
was
only
innocently
friendly
,
and
he
was
not
conscious
that
there
could
be
any
reason
why
he
should
be
awkward
or
afraid
.
The
Earl
could
not
help
seeing
that
the
little
boy
took
him
for
a
friend
and
treated
him
as
one
,
without
having
any
doubt
of
him
at
all
.
It
was
quite
plain
as
the
little
fellow
sat
there
in
his
tall
chair
and
talked
in
his
friendly
way
that
it
had
never
occurred
to
him
that
this
large
,
fierce
-
looking
old
man
could
be
anything
but
kind
to
him
,
and
rather
pleased
to
see
him
there
.
And
it
was
plain
,
too
,
that
,
in
his
childish
way
,
he
wished
to
please
and
interest
his
grandfather
.
Cross
,
and
hard
-
hearted
,
and
worldly
as
the
old
Earl
was
,
he
could
not
help
feeling
a
secret
and
novel
pleasure
in
this
very
confidence
.
After
all
,
it
was
not
disagreeable
to
meet
some
one
who
did
not
distrust
him
or
shrink
from
him
,
or
seem
to
detect
the
ugly
part
of
his
nature
;
some
one
who
looked
at
him
with
clear
,
unsuspecting
eyes
,
—
if
it
was
only
a
little
boy
in
a
black
velvet
suit
.
So
the
old
man
leaned
back
in
his
chair
,
and
led
his
young
companion
on
to
telling
him
still
more
of
himself
,
and
with
that
odd
gleam
in
his
eyes
watched
the
little
fellow
as
he
talked
.
Lord
Fauntleroy
was
quite
willing
to
answer
all
his
questions
and
chatted
on
in
his
genial
little
way
quite
composedly
.
He
told
him
all
about
Dick
and
Jake
,
and
the
apple
-
woman
,
and
Mr
.
Hobbs
;
he
described
the
Republican
Rally
in
all
the
glory
of
its
banners
and
transparencies
,
torches
and
rockets
.
In
the
course
of
the
conversation
,
he
reached
the
Fourth
of
July
and
the
Revolution
,
and
was
just
becoming
enthusiastic
,
when
he
suddenly
recollected
something
and
stopped
very
abruptly
.
“
What
is
the
matter
?
”
demanded
his
grandfather
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
go
on
?
”
Lord
Fauntleroy
moved
rather
uneasily
in
his
chair
.
It
was
evident
to
the
Earl
that
he
was
embarrassed
by
the
thought
which
had
just
occurred
to
him
.
“
I
was
just
thinking
that
perhaps
you
mightn
’
t
like
it
,
”
he
replied
.
“
Perhaps
some
one
belonging
to
you
might
have
been
there
.
I
forgot
you
were
an
Englishman
.
”
“
You
can
go
on
,
”
said
my
lord
.
“
No
one
belonging
to
me
was
there
.
You
forgot
you
were
an
Englishman
,
too
.
”
“
Oh
!
no
,
”
said
Cedric
quickly
.
“
I
’
m
an
American
!
”
