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His
delicate
consideration
for
his
noble
relative
’
s
feelings
was
such
that
he
did
not
wish
to
seem
to
intimate
that
any
of
his
surroundings
were
unnecessary
.
“
You
have
been
doing
some
rather
hard
work
,
”
said
the
Earl
.
“
Oh
,
no
!
”
said
Lord
Fauntleroy
,
“
it
wasn
’
t
exactly
hard
,
but
I
got
a
little
warm
.
A
person
will
get
warm
in
summer
time
.
”
And
he
rubbed
his
damp
curls
rather
vigorously
with
the
gorgeous
handkerchief
.
His
own
chair
was
placed
at
the
other
end
of
the
table
,
opposite
his
grandfather
’
s
.
It
was
a
chair
with
arms
,
and
intended
for
a
much
larger
individual
than
himself
;
indeed
,
everything
he
had
seen
so
far
,
—
the
great
rooms
,
with
their
high
ceilings
,
the
massive
furniture
,
the
big
footman
,
the
big
dog
,
the
Earl
himself
,
—
were
all
of
proportions
calculated
to
make
this
little
lad
feel
that
he
was
very
small
,
indeed
.
But
that
did
not
trouble
him
;
he
had
never
thought
himself
very
large
or
important
,
and
he
was
quite
willing
to
accommodate
himself
even
to
circumstances
which
rather
overpowered
him
.
Perhaps
he
had
never
looked
so
little
a
fellow
as
when
seated
now
in
his
great
chair
,
at
the
end
of
the
table
.
Notwithstanding
his
solitary
existence
,
the
Earl
chose
to
live
in
some
state
.
He
was
fond
of
his
dinner
,
and
he
dined
in
a
formal
style
.
Cedric
looked
at
him
across
a
glitter
of
splendid
glass
and
plate
,
which
to
his
unaccustomed
eyes
seemed
quite
dazzling
.
A
stranger
looking
on
might
well
have
smiled
at
the
picture
,
—
the
great
stately
room
,
the
big
liveried
servants
,
the
bright
lights
,
the
glittering
silver
and
glass
,
the
fierce
-
looking
old
nobleman
at
the
head
of
the
table
and
the
very
small
boy
at
the
foot
.
Dinner
was
usually
a
very
serious
matter
with
the
Earl
—
and
it
was
a
very
serious
matter
with
the
cook
,
if
his
lordship
was
not
pleased
or
had
an
indifferent
appetite
.
To
-
day
,
however
,
his
appetite
seemed
a
trifle
better
than
usual
,
perhaps
because
he
had
something
to
think
of
beside
the
flavor
of
the
entrees
and
the
management
of
the
gravies
.
His
grandson
gave
him
something
to
think
of
.
He
kept
looking
at
him
across
the
table
.
He
did
not
say
very
much
himself
,
but
he
managed
to
make
the
boy
talk
.
He
had
never
imagined
that
he
could
be
entertained
by
hearing
a
child
talk
,
but
Lord
Fauntleroy
at
once
puzzled
and
amused
him
,
and
he
kept
remembering
how
he
had
let
the
childish
shoulder
feel
his
weight
just
for
the
sake
of
trying
how
far
the
boy
’
s
courage
and
endurance
would
go
,
and
it
pleased
him
to
know
that
his
grandson
had
not
quailed
and
had
not
seemed
to
think
even
for
a
moment
of
giving
up
what
he
had
undertaken
to
do
.
“
You
don
’
t
wear
your
coronet
all
the
time
?
”
remarked
Lord
Fauntleroy
respectfully
.
“
No
,
”
replied
the
Earl
,
with
his
grim
smile
;
“
it
is
not
becoming
to
me
.
”
“
Mr
.
Hobbs
said
you
always
wore
it
,
”
said
Cedric
;
“
but
after
he
thought
it
over
,
he
said
he
supposed
you
must
sometimes
take
it
off
to
put
your
hat
on
.
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
the
Earl
,
“
I
take
it
off
occasionally
.
