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I
shouldn
’
t
forget
about
YOU
,
you
know
,
if
I
didn
’
t
live
with
you
.
I
should
think
about
you
all
the
more
.
”
“
Upon
my
word
,
”
said
the
Earl
,
after
looking
at
him
a
moment
longer
,
“
I
believe
you
would
!
”
The
jealous
pang
that
came
when
the
boy
spoke
so
of
his
mother
seemed
even
stronger
than
it
had
been
before
;
it
was
stronger
because
of
this
old
man
’
s
increasing
affection
for
the
boy
.
But
it
was
not
long
before
he
had
other
pangs
,
so
much
harder
to
face
that
he
almost
forgot
,
for
the
time
,
he
had
ever
hated
his
son
’
s
wife
at
all
.
And
in
a
strange
and
startling
way
it
happened
.
One
evening
,
just
before
the
Earl
’
s
Court
cottages
were
completed
,
there
was
a
grand
dinner
party
at
Dorincourt
.
There
had
not
been
such
a
party
at
the
Castle
for
a
long
time
.
A
few
days
before
it
took
place
,
Sir
Harry
Lorridaile
and
Lady
Lorridaile
,
who
was
the
Earl
’
s
only
sister
,
actually
came
for
a
visit
—
a
thing
which
caused
the
greatest
excitement
in
the
village
and
set
Mrs
.
Dibble
’
s
shop
-
bell
tinkling
madly
again
,
because
it
was
well
known
that
Lady
Lorridaile
had
only
been
to
Dorincourt
once
since
her
marriage
,
thirty
-
five
years
before
.
She
was
a
handsome
old
lady
with
white
curls
and
dimpled
,
peachy
cheeks
,
and
she
was
as
good
as
gold
,
but
she
had
never
approved
of
her
brother
any
more
than
did
the
rest
of
the
world
,
and
having
a
strong
will
of
her
own
and
not
being
at
all
afraid
to
speak
her
mind
frankly
,
she
had
,
after
several
lively
quarrels
with
his
lordship
,
seen
very
little
of
him
since
her
young
days
.
She
had
heard
a
great
deal
of
him
that
was
not
pleasant
through
the
years
in
which
they
had
been
separated
.
She
had
heard
about
his
neglect
of
his
wife
,
and
of
the
poor
lady
’
s
death
;
and
of
his
indifference
to
his
children
;
and
of
the
two
weak
,
vicious
,
unprepossessing
elder
boys
who
had
been
no
credit
to
him
or
to
any
one
else
.
Those
two
elder
sons
,
Bevis
and
Maurice
,
she
had
never
seen
;
but
once
there
had
come
to
Lorridaile
Park
a
tall
,
stalwart
,
beautiful
young
fellow
about
eighteen
years
old
,
who
had
told
her
that
he
was
her
nephew
Cedric
Errol
,
and
that
he
had
come
to
see
her
because
he
was
passing
near
the
place
and
wished
to
look
at
his
Aunt
Constantia
of
whom
he
had
heard
his
mother
speak
.
Lady
Lorridaile
’
s
kind
heart
had
warmed
through
and
through
at
the
sight
of
the
young
man
,
and
she
had
made
him
stay
with
her
a
week
,
and
petted
him
,
and
made
much
of
him
and
admired
him
immensely
.
He
was
so
sweet
-
tempered
,
light
-
hearted
,
spirited
a
lad
,
that
when
he
went
away
,
she
had
hoped
to
see
him
often
again
;
but
she
never
did
,
because
the
Earl
had
been
in
a
bad
humor
when
he
went
back
to
Dorincourt
,
and
had
forbidden
him
ever
to
go
to
Lorridaile
Park
again
.
But
Lady
Lorridaile
had
always
remembered
him
tenderly
,
and
though
she
feared
he
had
made
a
rash
marriage
in
America
,
she
had
been
very
angry
when
she
heard
how
he
had
been
cast
off
by
his
father
and
that
no
one
really
knew
where
or
how
he
lived
.
At
last
there
came
a
rumor
of
his
death
,
and
then
Bevis
had
been
thrown
from
his
horse
and
killed
,
and
Maurice
had
died
in
Rome
of
the
fever
;
and
soon
after
came
the
story
of
the
American
child
who
was
to
be
found
and
brought
home
as
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
“
Probably
to
be
ruined
as
the
others
were
,
”
she
said
to
her
husband
,
“
unless
his
mother
is
good
enough
and
has
a
will
of
her
own
to
help
her
to
take
care
of
him
.
”
But
when
she
heard
that
Cedric
’
s
mother
had
been
parted
from
him
she
was
almost
too
indignant
for
words
.
“
It
is
disgraceful
,
Harry
!
”
she
said
.
“
Fancy
a
child
of
that
age
being
taken
from
his
mother
,
and
made
the
companion
of
a
man
like
my
brother
!
He
will
either
be
brutal
to
the
boy
or
indulge
him
until
he
is
a
little
monster
.
If
I
thought
it
would
do
any
good
to
write
—
—
”
“
It
wouldn
’
t
,
Constantia
,
”
said
Sir
Harry
.
