Chapter 5 of Little Lord Fauntleroy This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Susan Umpleby. Little Lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 5 It was late in the afternoon when the carriage containing Little Lord Fauntleroy and Mr. Havisham drove up the long avenue which led to the castle. The Earl had given orders that his grandson should arrive in time to dine with him, and for some reason, best known to himself, he had also ordered that the child should be sent alone into the room in which he intended to receive him. As the carriage rolled up the avenue, Lord Fauntleroy sat leaning comfortably against the luxurious cushions and regarded the prospect with great interest. He was, in fact, interested in everything he saw. He had been interested in the carriage with its large splendid horses and their glittering harness. He had been interested in the tall coachmen and footmen with their resplendent livery. And he had been especially interested in the coronet on the panels and had struck up an acquaintance with the footmen for the purpose of inquiring what it meant. When the carriage reached the great gates of the park, he looked out of the window to get a good view of the huge stone lions ornamenting the entrance. The gates were opened by a motherly, rosy-looking woman who came out of a pretty, ivy-covered lodge. Two children ran out of the door of the house and stood looking with round, wide-open eyes at the little boy in the carriage, who looked at them also. Their mother stood curtsying and smiling, and the children, on receiving a sign from her, made bobbing little curtesies, too. Does she know me? asked Lord Fauntleroy. I think she must think she knows me.  How do you do? he said brightly. Good afternoon! The woman seemed pleased, he thought.  God bless your lordship, she said.  Good luck and happiness to your lordship. Welcome to you. Lord Fauntleroy waved his cap and nodded to her again as the carriage rolled by her. I like that woman, he said. She looks as if she liked boys. I should like to come here and play with her children. I wonder if she has enough to make up a company. Mr. Havisham did not tell him that he would scarcely be allowed to make playmates of the gatekeeper's children. The lawyer thought there was time enough for giving him that information. The carriage rolled on and on between the great beautiful trees which grew on each side of the avenue and stretched their broad swaying branches in an arch across it. Cedric had never seen such trees. They were so grand and stately and their branches grew so low down on their huge trunks. He did not then know that Dorncourt Castle was one of the most beautiful in all England. That its park was one of the broadest and finest and its trees and avenue almost without rivals. But he did know that it was all very beautiful. He liked the big broad branched trees with the late afternoon sunlight striking golden lances through them. He liked the perfect stillness which rested on everything. He felt a great strange pleasure in the beauty of which he caught glimpses under and between the sweeping boughs, the great beautiful spaces of the park with still other trees standing sometimes stately and alone and sometimes in groups. Now and then they passed places where tall ferns grew in masses and again and again the ground was azure with the bluebell swaying in the soft breeze. Several times he started up with a laugh of delight as a rabbit leaped up from under the greenery and scutted away with a twinkle of short white tail behind it. Once a covey of partridges rose with a sudden whir and flew away and then he shouted and clapped his hands. It's a beautiful place, isn't it? he said to Mr. Havisham. I never saw such a beautiful place. It's prettier even than Central Park. It was rather puzzled by the length of time they were on their way. How far is it, he said at length, from the gate to the front door? It is between three and four miles, answered the lawyer. That's a long way for a person to live from his gate, remarked his lordship. Every few minutes he saw something new to wonder at and admire. When he caught sight of the deer, some couched in the grass, some standing with their pretty antlered heads turned with a half startled air toward the avenue as the carriage wheels disturbed them. He was enchanted. Has there been a circus? he cried. Or do they live here always? Who's are they? They live here, Mr. Havisham told him. They belong to the Earl, your grandfather. It was not long after this that they saw the castle. It rose up before them stately and beautiful and gray. The last rays of the sun casting dazzling lights on its many windows. It had turrets and battlements and towers. A great deal of ivy grew upon its walls. All the broad open space about it was laid out in terraces and lawns and beds of brilliant flowers. It's the most beautiful place I ever saw, said Cedric, his round face flushing with pleasure. It reminds anyone of the King's Palace. I saw a picture of one once in a fairy book. He saw the great entrance door thrown open and many servants standing in two lines looking at him. He wondered why they were standing there and admired their liveries very much. He did not know that they were there to do honor to the little boy to whom all this splendor would one day belong. The beautiful castle like the Fairy King's Palace, the magnificent park, the grand old trees, the delves full of ferns and bluebells where the hares and rabbits played, the dappled large-eyed deer couching in the green grass. It was only a couple of weeks since he had sat with Mr. Hobbes among the potatoes and canned peaches with his legs dangling from the high stool. It would not have been possible for him to realize that he had very much to do with all this grandeur. At the head of the line of servants there stood an elderly woman in a rich plain black silk gown. She had gray hair and wore a cap. As he entered the hall she stood nearer than the rest. And the child thought from the look in her eyes that she was going to speak to him. Mr. Havisham, who held his hand, paused a moment. This is Lord Fauntleroy, Mrs. Mellon, he said. Lord Fauntleroy, this is Mrs. Mellon, who is the housekeeper.  Was it you who sent the cat, he said?  I should know his lordship anywhere, she said to Mr. Havisham. He has the captain's face and way. It's a great day this, sir. Cedric wondered why it was a great day. He looked at Mrs. Mellon curiously. It seemed to him for a moment as if there were tears in her eyes, and yet it was evident she was not unhappy. She smiled down at him. The cat left two beautiful kittens here, she said. They shall be sent up to your lordship's nursery. 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 air came home to his own land in 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 carbon furniture in it and shelves upon shelves of books. The furniture was so dark and the draperies so heavy, the diamond-pane 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 was all rather gloomy. For a moment Cedric thought there was nobody in the room, but soon he saw that by the fire burning in the wide hearth there was a large, easy chair and that in that chair someone was sitting. Someone 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 armchair 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 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.  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. Cedric looked at him just as he had looked at the woman at the lodge and at the housekeeper and came quite close to him. Are you the earl? He said. I'm your grandson, you know, that Mr. Habisham brought. I'm Lord Fauntleroy. He held out his hand because he thought it must be the polite and proper thing to do, even with earls. I hope you are very well, he continued, with the utmost friendliness. I'm very glad to see you. The earl shook hands with him with a curious gleam in his eyes. Just at first he was so astonished that he scarcely knew what to say. He stared at the picturesque little apparition from under his shaggy brows and took it all in from head to foot. Glad to see me, are you? He said. Yes, answered Lord Fauntleroy. Very. There was a chair near him and he sat down on it. It was a high-backed, rather tall chair and his feet did not touch the floor when he had settled himself in it. But he seemed to be quite comfortable as he sat there and regarded his august relative intently but modestly. I've kept wondering what you would look like, he remarked. I used to lie in my birth in the ship and wonder if you would be anything like my father. Am I? asked the earl. Well, Cedric replied. I was very young when he died and I may not remember exactly how he looked but I don't think you are like him. You are disappointed, I suppose, suggested his grandfather. Oh no, responded Cedric politely. Of course you would like anyone to look like your father, but of course you would enjoy the way your grandfather looked even if he wasn't like your father. You know how it is yourself about admiring your relations? The earl leaned back in his chair and stared. He could not be said to know how it was about admiring his relations. He had employed most of his noble leisure in quarreling violently with them, in turning them out of his house and applying abusive epithets to them and they all hated him cordially. Any boy would love his grandfather, continued Lord Fauntleroy, especially one that had been as kind to him as you have been. Another queer gleam came into the old nobleman's eyes. Oh, he said, I've been kind to you, have I? Yes, answered Lord Fauntleroy brightly. I'm ever so much obliged to you about Bridget and the Apple Woman and Dick. Bridget, exclaimed the earl. Dick, the Apple Woman? Yes, explained Cedric. The ones you gave me all that money for. The money you told Mr. Havisham to give me if I wanted it. Ha! ejaculated his lordship. That's it, is it?  What did you buy with it? I should like to hear something about that. He drew his shaggy eyebrows together and looked at the child sharply. He was secretly curious to know in what way the lad had indulged himself. Oh, said Lord Fauntleroy, perhaps you didn't know about Dick and the Apple Woman and Bridget. I forgot you lived such a long way off from them. They are particular friends of mine. And you see, Michael had the fever. Who's Michael? Asked the earl. Michael is Bridget's husband and they were in great trouble. When a man is sick and can't work and has 12 children, you know how it is. And Michael has always been a sober man. And Bridget used to come to our house and cry. And the evening Mr. Havisham was there, she was in the kitchen crying because they had almost nothing to eat and couldn't pay the rent. And I went in to see her. And Mr. Havisham sent for me and he said, you had given him some money for me. And I ran as fast as I could into the kitchen and gave it to Bridget. And that made it all right. And Bridget could scarcely believe her eyes. That's why I'm so obliged to you. Oh, said the earl in his deep voice. That was one of the things you did for yourself, was it? What else? Dougal had been sitting by the tall chair. The great dog had taken its place there when Cedric sat down. Several times it had turned and looked up at the boy as if interested in the conversation. Dougal was a solemn dog who seemed to feel altogether too big to take life's responsibilities lightly. The old earl who knew the dog well had watched it with secret interest. Dougal was not a dog whose habit it was to make acquaintances rashly. And the earl wondered somewhat to see how quietly the brute sat under the touch of the childish hand.  The small hand went on stroking this new friend as Cedric answered, Well, there was Dick, he said. You'd like Dick. He's so square. This was an Americanism the earl was not prepared for. What does that mean? He inquired. Lord Fauntleroy paused at the moment to reflect. He was not very sure himself what it meant. He had taken it for granted as meaning something very creditable because Dick had been fond of using it. I think it means that he wouldn't cheat anyone, he exclaimed, or hit a boy who was under his size and that he blacks people's boots very well and makes them shine as much as he can. He's a professional boot-black. And he's one of your acquaintances, is he? said the earl. He is an old friend of mine, replied his grandson. Not quite as old as Mr. Hobbes, but quite old. He gave me a present just before the ship sailed. He put his hand into his pocket and drew forth a neatly folded red object and opened it with an air of affection at pride. It was the red silk handkerchief with the large purple horseshoes and heads on it. He gave me this, said his young lordship. I shall keep it always. You can wear it round your neck or keep it in your pocket. He bought it with the first money he earned after I bought Jake out and gave him the new brushes. It's a keepsake. I put some poetry in Mr. Hobbes' watch. It was, When this you see, remember me. When this I see, I shall always remember Dick. The sensations of the right honorable the Earl of Dorncourt 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 were 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 that the boy was of no particular importance. It had never once occurred to him that he should like his grandson. He had sent for 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 boar. 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 he was dreaded to see the child of the woman he so disliked.  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 and 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 he was not disagreeable to meet someone who did not distrust him or shrink from him or seemed to detect the ugly part of his nature someone 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 tell 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 genie a little way quite composedly. He told him all about Dick and Jake and the Apple Woman and Mr. Hobbes. 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 in 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 might like it, he replied. Perhaps someone 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.  Your father was an Englishman. It amused him a little to say this, but it did not amuse Cedric. The lad had never thought of such a development as this. He felt himself grow quite hot up to the roots of his hair. I was born in America, he protested. You have to be an American if you are born in America. I beg your pardon.  The Earl gave a Grim half laugh. It was short and grim, but it was a laugh. He would, would you, he said. He hated America and Americans, but it amused him to see how serious and interested this small patriot was. He thought that so good an American might make a rather good Englishman when he was a man. They had not time to go very deep into the revolution again, and indeed, Lord Fauntleroy felt some delicacy about returning to the subject before dinner was announced. Cedric left his chair and went to his noble kinsman. He looked down at his gouty foot. Would you like me to help you? He said politely. You could lean on me, you know. Once, when Mr. Hobbes hurt his foot with a potato barrel rolling on it, he used to lean on me. The big footman almost periled his reputation and his situation by smiling. He was an aristocratic footman who had always lived in the best of noble families, and he had never smiled. Indeed, he would have felt himself a disgraced and vulgar footman if he had allowed himself to be led by any circumstance whatever into such an indiscretion as a smile. But he had a very narrow escape.  The earl looked his valiant young relative over from head to foot. Do you think you could do it? He asked roughly. I think I could, said Cedric. I'm strong. I'm seven, you know. You could lean on your stick on one side and on me on the other. Dick says I have a good deal of muscle for a boy that's only seven.  And his face was so grave and earnest that the footman found it necessary to look very hard indeed at the ugly picture. Well, said the earl, you may try. Cedric gave him his stick and began to assist him to rise. Usually the footman did this and was violently sworn at when his lordship had an extra twinge of gout. The earl was not a very polite person as a rule and many a time the huge footman about him quaked inside their imposing liveries. But this evening he did not swear, though his gouty foot gave him more twinges than one. He chose to try an experiment.  Little Lord Fauntleroy made a careful step forward, looking down at the gouty foot. Just lean on me, he said, with encouraging good cheer. I'll walk very slowly. If the earl had been supported by the footman he would have rested less on his stick and more on his assistant's arm. And yet it was part of his experiment to let his grandson feel his burden as no light weight. It was quite a heavy weight indeed and after a few steps his young lordship's face grew quite hot and his heart beat rather fast but he braced himself sturdily remembering his muscle and Dick's approval of it. Don't be afraid of leaning on me, I'm all right if it isn't a very long way. It was not really very far to the dining room but it seemed rather a long way to Cedric before they reached the chair at the head of the table. The hand on his shoulder seemed to grow heavier at every step and his face grew redder and hotter and his breath shorter but he never thought of giving up.  He asked. Did you ever put it in hot water and mustard? Mr. Hobbs used to put his in hot water. Arnica is a very nice thing they tell me.  Several times he looked very queer as he watched the little figure making the very most of all its strength and burying its burden with such good will.  When they entered the room where they were to dine Cedric saw that it was a very large and imposing one and that the footman who stood beside the chair at the head of the table stared very hard as they came in but they reached the chair at last the hand was removed from his shoulder and the Earl was fairly seated. Cedric took out Dick's handkerchief and wiped his forehead It's a warm night, isn't it? he said Perhaps you need a fire because because of your foot but it seems just a little warm to me. His delicate consideration for his noble relatives' 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 summertime 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 footmen 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 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 noblemen at 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 Today, however, his appetite seemed to 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 child's 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 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. Hobbes 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 and take it off occasionally and one of the footmen suddenly turned aside and gave a singular little cough behind his hand Cedric finished his dinner first and then he leaned back in his chair and took a survey of the room You must be very proud of your house he said it's such a beautiful house I never saw anything so beautiful but of course as I'm only seven I haven't seen much and you think I must be proud of it do you said the Earl I should think anyone would be proud of it said Lord Fauntleroy I should be proud of it if it were my house everything about it is beautiful and the park and those trees how beautiful they are and how the leaves rustle then he paused an instant and looked across the table rather wistfully it's a very big house for just two people to live in isn't it he said it's quite large enough for two answered the Earl do you find it too large his little lordship hesitated a moment I was only thinking he said that if two people lived in it who were not very good companions they might feel lonely sometimes do you think I shall make a good companion inquired the Earl yes replied Cedric I think you will Mr. Hobbs and I were great friends he was the best friend I had except dearest the Earl made a quick movement of his bushy eyebrows who is dearest she is my mother said Lord Fauntleroy in a rather low quiet little voice perhaps he was a trifle tired as his bedtime was nearing and perhaps after the excitement of the last few days it was natural he should be tired so perhaps too the feeling of weariness brought to him a vague sense of loneliness and the remembrance that tonight he was not to sleep at home watched over by the loving eyes of that best friend of his they had always been best friends this boy and his young mother he could not help thinking of her and the more he thought of her the less he was inclined to talk and by the time dinner was at an end the Earl saw that there was a faint shadow on his face but Cedric bore himself with excellent courage and when they went back to the library though the tall footman walked on one side of his master the Earl's hand rested on his grandson's shoulder though not so heavily as before when the footman left him alone Cedric sat down upon the hearth rug near Doogle for a few minutes he stroked the dog's ears in silence and looked at the fire the Earl watched him the boy's eyes looked wistful and thoughtful and once or twice he gave a little sigh the Earl sat still and kept his eyes fixed on his grandson Fauntleroy he said at last what are you thinking of Fauntleroy looked up with a manful effort at a smile I was thinking about dearest he said I think I'd better get up and walk up and down the room he rose up and put his hands in his small pockets and began to walk to and fro his eyes were very bright and his lips were pressed together but he kept his head up and walked firmly Doogle moved lazily and looked at him and then stood up he walked over to the child and began to follow him uneasily Fauntleroy drew one hand from his pocket and laid it on the dog's head he's a very nice dog he said he's my friend he knows how I feel how do you feel? asked the Earl it disturbed him to see the struggle the little fellow was having with his first feelings of homesickness but it pleased him to see that he was making so brave an effort to bear it well he liked this childish courage come here he said I was never away from my own house before said the boy with a troubled look in his brown eyes it makes a person feel a strange feeling when he has to stay all night in another person's castle instead of in his own house but dearest is not very far away from me she told me to remember that and I'm seven and I can look at the pictures she gave me he put his hand in his pocket and brought out a small violet covered case this is it he said you see you press this spring and it opens and she is in there he had come close to the Earl's chair and as he drew forth the little case he leaned against the arm of it and against the old man's arm too as confidingly as if children had always leaned there there she is he said as the case opened and he looked up with a smile and the Earl knitted his brows he did not wish to see the picture but he looked at it in spite of himself and there looked up at him from it such a pretty young face a face so like the child's at his side that it quite startled him I suppose you think you are very fond of her he said yes answered Lord Fauntleroy in a gentle tone and with simple directness I do think so you see Mr. Hobbes is my friend and Dick and Bridget and Mary and Michael they were my friends too but dearest well she is my close friend and we always tell each other everything my father left her to me to take care of and when I am a man I am going to work and earn money for her what do you think of doing inquired his grandfather the ship slipped down upon the hearth rug and sat there with the picture still in his hand he seemed to be reflecting seriously before he answered I did think perhaps I might go into business with Mr. Hobbes he said but I should like to be a president well send you to the house of lords instead said his grandfather well remarked Lord Fauntleroy if I couldn't be a president and if that's a good business I shouldn't mind the grocery business is dull sometimes perhaps he was weighing the matter in his mind for he sat very quiet after this and looked at the fire for some time the Earl did not speak again he leaned back in his chair and watched him a great many strange new thoughts passed through the old nobleman's mind Dougal had stretched himself out and gone to sleep with his head on his huge paws there was a long silence in about half an hour's time Mr. Havisham was ushered in the great room was very still when he entered the Earl was still leaning back in his chair he moved as Mr. Havisham approached and held up his hand in a gesture of warning it seemed as if he had scarcely intended to make the gesture as if it were almost involuntary Dougal was still asleep and close beside the great dog sleeping also with his curly head upon his arm lay little lord Fauntleroy end of chapter 5 chapter 6 of little lord Fauntleroy this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Susan Umpleby little lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodgson Burnett chapter 6 when lord Fauntleroy wakened in the morning he had not wakened at all when he had been carried to bed the night before the first sounds he was conscious of were the crackling of a wood fire and the murmur of voices you will be careful Dawson not to say anything about it he heard someone say he does not know why she is not to be with him and the reason is to be kept from him if thems his lordships order mem another voice answered they'll have to be kept I suppose but if you'll excuse the liberty mem as it's between ourselves servant or no servant all I have to say is it's a cruel thing parting that poor pretty young whittered creature from her own flesh and blood and him such a little beauty and a nobleman born James and Thomas mem last night in the servants hall they both of them say as they never seen anything in their two lives nor yet no other gentleman in livery like that little fellow's ways as innocent and polite and interested as if he'd been sitting there dining with his best friend and the temper of an angel instead of one if you'll excuse me mem as it's well known is enough to curdle your blood in your veins at times and as to looks mem when we was rung for me to go into the library and bring him upstairs and James lifted him up in his arms what with his little innocent face all red and rosy and his little head on James' shoulder and his hair hanging down all curly and shining a prettier takener sight you'd never wish to see and it's my opinion my lord wasn't blind to it neither for he looked at him and he says to James see you don't wake him he says Cedric moved on his pillow and turned over opening his eyes there were two women in the room everything was bright and cheerful with gay flowered chints there was a fire on the hearth and the sunshine was streaming in through the ivy entwined windows both women came toward him and he saw that one of them was Mrs. Mellon the housekeeper and the other a comfortable middle-aged woman with a face as kind and good-humored as the face could be good morning my lord said Mrs. Mellon did you sleep well his lordship rubbed his eyes and smiled good morning he said I didn't know I was here you were carried upstairs when you were asleep said the housekeeper this is your bedroom and this is Dawson who is to take care of you Fauntler I sat up in bed and held out his hand to Dawson as he had held it out to the earl how do you do ma'am he said I much obliged to you for coming to take care of me you can call her Dawson my lord said the housekeeper with a smile she is used to being called Dawson Miss Dawson or Mrs. Dawson inquired his lordship just Dawson my lord said Dawson herself beaming all over neither miss nor missus bless your little heart will you get up now and let Dawson dress you and then have your breakfast in the nursery I learned to dress myself many years ago thank you answered Fauntler Roy dearest taught me dearest is my mama we had only Mary to do all the work washing and all and so of course it wouldn't do to give her so much trouble I could take my bath too pretty well if you'd just be kind enough to Xammon the corners after I'm done Dawson and the housekeeper exchanged glances Dawson will do anything you ask her to said Mrs. Mellon that I will bless him said Dawson and her comforting good-humored voice he shall dress himself if he likes and I'll stand by ready to help him if he wants me thank you responded lord Fauntler Roy it's a little hard sometimes about the buttons you know and then I have to ask somebody he thought Dawson a very kind woman and before the bath and the dressing were finished they were excellent friends and he had found out a great deal about her he had discovered that her husband had been a soldier and had been killed in a real battle and that her son was a sailor and was away on a long cruise and that he had seen pirates and cannibals and Chinese people and Turks and that he had brought home shells and pieces of coral which Dawson was ready to show at any moment some of them being in her trunk all this was very interesting he also found out that she had taken care of little children all her life and that she had just come from a great house in another part of England where she had been taking care of a beautiful little girl whose name was Lady Gwyneth Vaughn and she is a sort of relation of your lordships said Dawson and perhaps sometime you may see her do you think I shall said Baltimore Roy I should like that I never knew any little girls but I always like to look at them when he went into the adjoining room to take his breakfast and saw what a great room it was and found there was another adjoining it which Dawson told him was his also the feeling that he was very small indeed came over him again so strongly that he confided it to Dawson as he sat down to the table on which the pretty breakfast service was arranged I am a very little boy he said rather wistfully to live in such a large castle and have so many big rooms don't you think so oh come said Dawson you feel just a little strange at first that's all but you'll get over that very soon and then you'll like it here it's such a beautiful place you know it's a very beautiful place of course said Faultleroy with a little sigh but I should like it better if I didn't miss dearest so I always had my breakfast with her in the morning and put the sugar and cream in her tea for her and handed her the toast that made it very sociable of course oh well answered Dawson comfortingly you know you can see her every day and there's no knowing what you'll have to tell her bless you wait till you've walked about a bit and seen things the dogs and the stables with all the horses in them there's one of them I know you'll like to see is there exclaimed Faultleroy I'm very fond of horses I was very fond of Jim he was the horse that belonged to Mr. Hobbes grocery wagon he was a beautiful horse when he wasn't bulky I just wait till you've seen what's in the stables and, dearie me you haven't looked even into the very next room yet what is there asked Faultleroy wait until you've had your breakfast and then you shall see said Dawson at this he naturally began to grow curious and he applied himself assiduously to his breakfast it seemed to him that there must be something worth looking at in the next room Dawson had such a consequential mysterious air now then he said slipping off the seat a few minutes later I've had enough can I go and look at it Dawson nodded and led the way looking more mysterious and important than ever he began to be very much interested indeed when she opened the door of the room he stood upon the threshold and looked about him in amazement he did not speak he only put his hands in his pockets lushing up to his forehead and looking in he flushed up because he was so surprised and for the moment excited to see such a place was enough to surprise any ordinary boy the room was a large one too as all the rooms seemed to be and it appeared to him more beautiful than the rest only in a different way the furniture was not so massive and antique as was that in the rooms he had seen downstairs the draperies and rugs and walls were brighter there were shelves full of books and on the tables were numbers of toys beautiful and genius things such as he had looked at with wonder and delight through the shop windows in New York it looks like a boys room he said at last catching his breath a little whom do they belong to go and look at them said Dawson they belong to you to me he cried to me why do they belong to me who gave them to me and he sprang forward with a gay little shout it seemed almost too much to be believed it was grand papa he said with his eyes as bright as stars I know it was grand papa yes it was his lordship said Dawson and if you will be a nice little gentlemen and not fret about things yourself and be happy all the day he will give you anything you ask for it was a tremendously exciting morning there were so many things to be examined so many experiments to be tried each novelty was so absorbing that he could scarcely turn from it to look at the next and it was so curious to know all this had been prepared for himself alone that even before he had left New York people had come down from London to arrange the rooms he was to occupy and had provided the books and play things most likely to interest him did you ever know anyone he said to Dawson who had such a kind grandfather Dawson's face wore an uncertain expression for a moment she had not a very high opinion of his lordship the Earl she had not been in the house many days but she had been there long enough to hear the old nobleman's peculiarities discussed very freely in the servants hall and of all the vicious savage hill-timpered old fellows it was ever my hill luck to wear livery under the tallest footman had said he's the wildest and who's my long shot and this particular footman whose name was Thomas had also repeated to his companions below stairs some of the Earl's remarks to Mr. Havisham when they had been discussing these very preparations give him his own way and fill his room with toys my lord had said give him what will amuse him and he'll forget about his mother quickly enough amuse him and fill his mind with other things and we shall have no trouble that's boy nature so perhaps having had this truly amiable object in view it did not please him so very much to find it did not seem to be exactly this particular boy's nature the Earl had passed a bad night and had spent the morning in his room but at noon after he had lunched he sent for his grandson Fontleroy answered the summons at once he came down the broad staircase with a bounding step the Earl heard him run across the hall and then the door opened and he came in with red cheeks and sparkling eyes I was waiting for you to sin for me he said I was ready a long time ago I'm ever so much obliged to you for all those things I'm ever so much obliged to you I have been playing with them all the morning oh said the Earl you like them do you I like them so much well I couldn't tell you how much said Fontleroy his face glowing with delight there's one that's like baseball only you play it on a board with black and white pegs and you keep your score with some counters on a wire I tried to teach Dawson but she couldn't quite understand it just at first you see she never played baseball being a lady and I'm afraid I wasn't very good at explaining it to her but you know all about it don't you I'm afraid I don't reply the Earl it's an American game isn't it is it something like cricket I never saw cricket said Fontleroy but Mr. Hobbes took me several times to see baseball it's a splendid game you get so excited would you like me to go and get my game and show it to you perhaps it would amuse you and make you forget about your foot does your foot hurt you very much this morning more than I enjoy was the answer then perhaps you couldn't forget it said the little fellow anxiously perhaps it would bother you to be told about the game do you think it would amuse you or do you think it would bother you go and get it said the Earl it was certainly a novel entertainment this making a companion of a child who offered to teach him to play games but the very novelty of it amused him there was a smile lurking about the Earl's mouth when Cedric came back with the box containing the game in his arms and an expression of the most eager interest on his face may I pull that little table over here to your chair he asked ring for Thomas said the Earl he will place it for you oh I can do it myself answered Fauntleroy it's not very heavy very well replied his grandfather the lurking smile deepened on the old man's face as he watched the little fellow's preparations there was such an absorbed interest in them the small table was dragged forward and placed by his chair and the game taken from its box and arranged upon it it's very interesting once you begin said Fauntleroy you see the black pigs can be your side and the white ones mine they're men you know and once round the field is a home run and counts one and these are outs and here is the first base and that's the second and that's the third and that's the home base he entered into the details of explanation with the greatest animation he showed all the attitudes of pitcher and catcher and batter in the real game and gave a dramatic description of a wonderful hot ball he had seen caught on the glorious occasion on which he had witnessed a match in company with Mr. Hobbs his vigorous graceful little body his eager gestures his simple enjoyment of it all were pleasant to behold when at last the explanations and illustrations were at an end and the game began in good earnest the Earl still found himself entertained his young companion was wholly absorbed he played with all his childish heart his gay little laughs when he made a good throw his enthusiasm over a home run his impartial delight over his own good luck and his opponents would have given a flavor to any game if a week before anyone had told the Earl of Dorincourt that on that particular morning he would be forgetting his gout and his bad temper in a child's game played with black and white wooden pegs on a gaily painted board with a curly headed small boy for a companion he would without doubt have made himself very unpleasant and yet he certainly had forgotten himself when the door opened and Thomas announced a visitor the visitor in question who was an elderly gentleman in black and no less a person than the clergyman of the parish was so startled by the amazing scene which met his eye that he almost fell back a pace and ran some risk of colliding with Thomas there was in fact no part of his duty that the Reverend Mr. Mordent found so decidedly unpleasant as that part which compelled him to call upon his noble patron at the castle his noble patron indeed usually made these visits as disagreeable as it lay in his lordly power to make them he abhorred churches and charities and flew into violent rages when any of his tenantry took the liberty of being poor and ill and needing assistance when his gout was at its worst he did not hesitate to announce that he would not be bored and irritated by being told stories of their miserable misfortunes when his gout troubled him less and he was in a somewhat more humane frame of mind he would perhaps give the rector some money after having bullied him in the most painful manner and berated the whole parish for its shiftlessness and imbecility but whatsoever his mood he never failed to make as many sarcastic and embarrassing speeches as possible and to cause the Reverend Mr. Mordent to wish it were proper and Christian like to throw something heavy at him during all the years in which Mr. Mordent had been in charge of Doran Court Parish the rector certainly did not remember having seen his lordship of his own free will do anyone a kindness or under any circumstances whatever show that he thought of anyone but himself he had called today to speak to him of a specially pressing case and as he had walked up the avenue he had for two reasons dreaded his visit more than usual in the first place he knew that his lordship had for several days been suffering with the gout and had been in so villainous a humor that rumors of it had even reached the village carried there by one of the young women servants to her sister who kept a little shop and retailed darning needles and cotton and peppermints and gossip as a means of earning an honest living what Mrs. Dibble did not know about the castle and its inmates and the farmhouses and their inmates and the village and its population was really not worth being talked about and of course she knew everything about the castle because her sister Jane Schwartz was one of the upper housemaids and was very friendly and intimate with Thomas and the way his lordship do go on said Mrs. Dibble over the counter and the way he do use language Mr. Thomas told Jane herself no flesh and blood as is in livery could stand for throw a plate of toast at Mr. Thomas his self he did not more than two days since and if it weren't for other things being agreeable and the society below stairs most genteel warning would have been gave within an hour and the rector had heard all this for somehow the Earl was a favorite black sheep in the cottages and farmhouses and his bad behavior gave many a good woman something to talk about when she had company to tea and the second reason was even worse because it was a new one and had been talked about with the most excited interest who did not know of the old nobleman's fury when his handsome son the captain had married the American lady who did not know how cruelly he had treated the captain and how the big gay sweet smiling young man who was the only member of the grand family anyone liked had died in a foreign land poor and unforgiven who did not know how fiercely his lordship had hated the poor young creature who had been his son's wife and how he had hated the thought of her child and never meant to see the boy until his two sons died and left him without an air and then who did not know that he had looked forward without any affection or pleasure to his grandson's coming and that he had made up his mind that he should find the boy of vulgar awkward, pert American land more likely to disgrace his noble name than to honor it the proud, angry old man thought he had kept all his thoughts secret he did not suppose anyone dared to guess at much less talk over what he felt and dreaded but his servants watched him and read his face and his ill-humors and fits of gloom and discussed them in the servants hall and while he thought himself quite secure from the common herd Thomas was telling Jane and the cook and the butler and the housemaids and the other footmen that it was his opinion that the whole man was worse than usual thinking over the captain's boy and anticipating as he won't be no credit to the family he didn't seem right added Thomas it's his own fault what can he expect from a child brought up in poor circumstances in that they're low America and as the Reverend Mr. Mordent walked under the great trees he remembered that this questionable little boy had arrived at the castle only the evening before and that there were nine chances to one that his lordship's worst fears were realized and 22 chances to one that if the poor little fellow had reminded him the Earl was even now in a tearing rage and ready to vent all his rancor on the first person who called which it appeared probable would be his Reverend self Judge then of his amazement when as Thomas opened the library door his ears were greeted by a delighted ring of childish laughter that's too out shouted an excited clear little voice you see it's too out and there was the Earl's chair and the gout stool and his foot on it and by him a small table and a game on it and quite close to him actually leaning against his arm and his un gouty knee was a little boy with face glowing and eyes dancing with excitement it's too out the little stranger cried you hadn't any luck that time had you and then they both recognized at once that someone had come in the Earl glanced around knitting his shaggy eyebrows as he had a trick of doing and when he saw who it was Mr. Morden was still more surprised to see that he looked even less disagreeable than usual instead of more so in fact he looked almost as if he had forgotten for the moment how disagreeable he was and how unpleasant he really could make himself when he tried ah he said in his harsh voice but giving his hand rather graciously good morning Mordent I found a new employment you see he put his other hand on Cedric's shoulder perhaps deep down in his heart there was a stir of gratified pride that it was such an air he had to present there was a spark of something like pleasure in his eyes as he moved the boy slightly forward this is the new Lord Fauntleroy he said Fauntleroy this is Mr. Mordent the rector of the parish Fauntleroy looked up at the gentleman in the clerical garments and gave him his hand I am very glad to make your acquaintance sir he said remembering the words he had heard Mr. Hobbs used on one or two occasions when he had been greeting a new customer with ceremony Cedric felt quite sure that one ought to be more than usually polite to a minister Mr. Mordent held the small hand in his a moment as he looked down at the child's face smiling involuntarily he liked the little fellow from that instant as in fact people always did like him and it was not the boy's beauty and grace which most appealed to him it was the simple natural kindness in the little lad which made any words he uttered however quaint and unexpected, sound pleasant and sincere as the rector looked at Cedric he forgot to think of the Earl at all nothing in the world is so strong as a kind heart and somehow this kind little heart though it was only the heart of a child seemed to clear all the atmosphere of the big gloomy room and make it brighter I am delighted to make your acquaintance Lord Fauntleroy said the rector you made a long journey to come to us a great many people will be glad to know you made it safely it was a long way answered Fauntleroy but dearest my mother was with me and I wasn't lonely of course you are never lonely if your mother is with you and the ship was beautiful take a chair Morton said the Earl Mr. Morton sat down he glanced from Fauntleroy to the Earl your lordship is bravely to be congratulated he said warmly but the Earl plainly had no intention of showing his feelings on the subject he is like his father he said rather roughly let us hope he'll conduct himself more creditably and then he added well what is it this morning Morton who is in trouble now this was not as bad as Mr. Morton had expected but he hesitated a second before he began it is Higgins he said Higgins of Edge Farm he has been very unfortunate he was ill himself last autumn and his children had scarlet fever I can't say that he is a very good manager but he has had ill luck and of course he is behind hand in many ways he is in trouble about his rent now Newick tells him if he doesn't pay it he must leave the place and of course that would be a very serious matter his wife is ill and he came to me yesterday to beg me to see about it and ask you for time he thinks if you would give him time he could catch up again they all think that said the Earl looking rather black Fauntleroy made a movement forward he had been standing between his grandfather and the visitor listening with all his might he had begun to be interested in Higgins at once he wondered how many children there were and if the scarlet fever had hurt them very much his eyes were wide open and were fixed upon Mr. Morton with intent interest as that gentleman had a conversation Higgins is a well meaning man said the rector making an effort to strengthen his plea he is a bad enough tenant replied his lordship and he is always behind hand Newick tells me he is in great trouble now said the rector he is very fond of his wife and children and if the farm is taken away from him they may literally starve he cannot give them the nourishing two of the children were left very low after the fever and the doctor orders for them wine and luxuries that Higgins cannot afford at this, Fauntleroy moved to step nearer that was the way with Michael he said the Earl slightly started I forgot you he said I forgot we had a philanthropist in the room who was Michael and the gleam of queer amusement came back into the old man's deep set eyes he was Bridget's husband who had the fever answered Fauntleroy and he couldn't pay the rent or buy wine and things and you gave me that money to help him the Earl drew his brows together in a curious frown which somehow was scarcely grim at all he glanced across at Mr. Morton I don't know what sort of landed proprietor he will make he said I told Havisham the boy was to have wanted anything he wanted and what he wanted it seems was money to give to beggars oh but they weren't beggars said Fauntleroy eagerly Michael was a splendid brick layer they all worked oh said the Earl they were not beggars they were splendid brick layers and boot blacks and apple women he bent his gaze on the boy for a few seconds in silence the fact was that a new thought was coming to him and though perhaps it was not prompted by the noblest emotions it was not a bad thought come here he said at last Fauntleroy went and stood as near to him as possible without encroaching on the gouty foot what would you do in this case his lordship asked it must be confessed that Mr. Morton experienced for the moment a curious sensation being a man of great thoughtfulness and having spent so many years on the estate of Dorancourt knowing the tenetry, rich and poor the people of the village honest and industrious, dishonest and lazy he realized very strongly what power for good or evil would be given in the future to this one small boy standing there his brown eyes wide open his hands deep in his pockets and the thought came to him also that a great deal of power might perhaps through the caprice of a proud self-indulgent old man be given to him now and that if his young nature were not a simple and generous one it might be the worst thing that could happen not only for others but for himself and what would you do in such a case demanded the earl Fauntleroy drew a little nearer and laid one hand on his knee with the most confiding air of good comradeship if I were very rich he said and not only just a little boy I should let him stay and give him the things for his children but then I am only a boy then after a seconds pause in which his face brightened visibly you can do anything can't you he said said my lord staring at him that's your opinion is it and he was not displeased either I mean you could give anyone anything said Fauntleroy who's Newwick he is my agent answered the earl and some of my tenons are not over fond of him are you going to write him a letter now inquired Fauntleroy shall I bring you the pen and ink I can take the game off this table it plainly had not for an instant occurred to him that Newwick would be allowed to do his worst the earl paused a moment still looking at him can you write he asked yes answered Cedric but not very well move the things from the table commanded my lord and bring the pen and ink and a sheet of paper from my desk Mr. Morton's interest began to increase Fauntleroy did as he was told very deathly in a few moments the sheet of paper the big ink stand and the pen were ready there he said gaily now you can write it you are to write it said the earl I exclaimed Fauntleroy and a flush overspread his forehead will it do if I write it I don't always spell quite right when I have it a dictionary and nobody tells me it will do answered the earl Higgins will not complain of the spelling I'm not the philanthropist you are dip your pen in the ink Fauntleroy took up the pen and dipped it in the ink bottle then he arranged himself in position leaning on the table now he inquired what must I say you may say Higgins is not to be interfered with for the present and sign it Fauntleroy said the earl Fauntleroy dipped his pen in the ink again and resting his arm began to write it was rather a slow and serious process but he gave his whole soul to it after a while however the manuscript was complete and he handed it to his grandfather with a smile slightly tinged with anxiety do you think it will do he asked the earl looked at it and the corners of his mouth twitched a little yes he answered Higgins will find it entirely satisfactory and he handed it to Mr. Mordent what Mr. Mordent found written was this Dear Mr. Newick if you please Mr. Higgins is not to be interfered with for the present and oblige yours respectfully Fauntleroy Mr. Hobbs always signed his letters that way said Fauntleroy and I thought I'd better say please is that exactly the right way to spell interfered it is not exactly the way to spell them the dictionary answered the earl I was afraid of that said Fauntleroy I ought to have asked you see that's the way with words of more than one syllable you have to look in the dictionary it's always safest I'll write it over again and write it over again he did making quite an imposing copy and taking precautions in the matter of spelling by consulting the earl himself spelling is a curious thing he said it's so often different from what you expect it to be I used to think please was spelled P-L-E-E-S but it isn't you know and you'd think Dear was spelled D-E-R-E if you didn't inquire sometimes it almost discourages you when Mr. Mordent went away he took the letter with him there was something else with him also namely a pleasanter feeling and a more hopeful one than he had ever carried home with him down that avenue on any previous visit he had made at Doran Court Castle when he was gone Fauntleroy who had accompanied him to the door went back to his grandfather may I go to Dearest now he asked I think she will be waiting for me the earl was silent a moment there is something in the stable for you to see first he said ring the bell if you please said Fauntleroy with his quick little flush I'm very much obliged but I think I'd better see it tomorrow she will be expecting me all the time very well answered the earl we will order the carriage then he added dryly it's a pony Fauntleroy drew a long breath pony he exclaimed whose pony is it yours replied the earl mine cried the little fellow mine like the things upstairs yes at his grandfather would you like to see it shall I order it to be brought around Fauntleroy's cheeks grew redder and redder I never thought I should have a pony he said I never thought that how glad dearest will be you give me everything don't you do you wish to see it inquired the earl Fauntleroy drew a long breath I want to see it he said I want to see it so much I can hardly wait but I'm afraid there isn't time you must go and see your mother this afternoon asked the earl why said Fauntleroy she has been thinking about me all the morning and I have been thinking about her oh said the earl ring the bell as they drove down the avenue under the arching trees he was rather silent but Fauntleroy was not he talked about the pony what color was it how big was it how old was it how early in the morning might he get up and see it dearest will be so glad he kept saying she will be so much obliged to you for being so kind to me she knows I always liked ponies so much but we never thought I should have one there was a little boy on 5th avenue who had one and he used to ride out every morning and we used to take a walk past his house to see him he leaned back against the cushions and regarded the earl with wrapped interest for a few minutes and an entire silence I think you must be the best person in the world he burst forth at last you are always doing good aren't you and thinking about other people dearest says that is the best kind of goodness not to think about yourself but to think about other people that's just the way you are isn't it his lordship was so dumbfounded to find himself presented in such agreeable colors that he did not know exactly what to say he felt that he needed time for reflection to see each of his ugly selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular experience Fauntleroy went on still regarding him with admiring eyes those great, clear, innocent eyes you make so many people happy he said there's Michael and Bridget and their 10 children and the apple woman and Dick and Mr. Hobbes and Mr. Higgins and Mrs. Higgins and their children and Mr. Mordent because of course he was glad and dearest in me about the pony and all the other things do you know I've counted it up on my fingers and in my mind and it's 27 people you've been kind to that's a good many 27 and I was the person who was kind to them was I said the earl why yes you know answered Fauntleroy you made them all happy do you know with some delicate hesitation that people are sometimes mistaken about earls when they don't know them Mr. Hobbes was I am going to write him and tell him about it what was Mr. Hobbes opinion of earls asked his lordship well you see the difficulty was that he didn't know any and he'd only read about them in books he thought you mustn't mind it that they were gory tyrants and he said he wouldn't have them hanging around his store and if he'd known you I'm sure he would have felt quite different I shall tell him about you what shall you tell him I shall tell him said Fauntleroy glowing with enthusiasm that you are the kindest man I ever heard of and you are always thinking of other people and making them happy and I hope when I grow up I shall be just like you just like me and he greeted his lordship looking at the little kindling face and a dull red crept up under his withered skin and he suddenly turned his eyes away and looked out of the carriage window at the great beach trees with the sun shining on their glossy red brown leaves just like you said Fauntleroy atty modestly if I can perhaps I'm not good enough but I'm going to try to get the beautiful broad-branched trees through the spaces of green shade and lanes of golden sunlight Fauntleroy saw again the lovely places where the ferns grew high and the bluebell suede in the breeze he saw the deer standing or lying in the deep grass turn their large startled eyes as the carriage passed and cut glimpses of the brown rabbits as they scurried away he heard the whir of the partridges birds and it all seemed even more beautiful to him than before all his heart was filled with pleasure and happiness in the beauty that was on every side but the old earl saw and heard very different things though he was apparently looking out too he saw a long life in which there had been neither generous deeds nor kind thoughts he saw years in which a man who had been young and strong and rich and powerful used his youth and strength and wealth and power only to please himself and kill time as the days and years succeeded each other he saw this man when the time had been killed and old age had come solitary and without real friends in the midst of all his splendid wealth he saw people who disliked or feared him and people who would flatter and cringe to him but no one who really cared whether he lived or died unless they had something to gain or lose by it he looked out on the broad acres which belonged to him and he knew what Fauntleroy did not how far they extended what wealth they represented and how many people had homes on their soil and he knew too another thing Fauntleroy did not that in all those homes humble or well to do there was probably not one person however much he envied the wealth and power and however willing he would have been to possess them who would for an instant have thought of calling the noble owner good or wishing as this simple soul little boy had to be like him and it was not exactly pleasant to reflect upon even for a cynical, worldly old man who had been sufficient unto himself for 70 years and who had never deigned to care what opinion the world held of him so long as it did not interfere with his comfort or entertainment and the fact was indeed that he had never before condescended to reflect upon it at all and he only did so now because a child had believed him better than he was and by wishing to follow in his illustrious footsteps and imitate his example had suggested to him the curious question whether he was exactly the person to take as a model Fauntleroy thought the Earl's foot must be hurting him as he looked out at the park and thinking this the considerate little fellow tried not to disturb him and enjoyed the trees and the ferns and the deer in silence but at last the carriage having passed the gates and bowled through the green lanes for a short distance stopped they had reached court lodge and Fauntleroy was out upon the ground almost before the big footman had time to open the carriage door looking from his reverie with a start what he said are we here yes said Fauntleroy let me give you your stick just lean on me when you get out I am not going to get out replied his lordship brusquely not to see dearest exclaimed Fauntleroy with an astonished face dearest will excuse me said the Earl dryly go to her and tell her the pony would keep you away she will be disappointed said Fauntleroy she will want to see you very much I am afraid not was the answer the carriage will call for you as we come back tell Jeffries to drive on Thomas Thomas closed the carriage door and after a puzzled look Fauntleroy ran up the drive the Earl had the opportunity as Mr. Havisham once had seen a pair of handsome, strong little legs flash over the ground with astonishing rapidity evidently their owner had no intention of losing any time the carriage rolled slowly away but his lordship did not at once lean back he still looked out through a space in the trees he could see the house door it was wide open the little figure dashed up the steps another figure and young in its black gown ran to meet it it seemed as if they flew together as Fauntleroy leaped into his mother's arms hanging about her neck and covering her sweet young face with kisses End of Chapter 6 Chapter 7 of Little Lord Fauntleroy This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer LibriVox.org Recording by Susan Unpleby Little Lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodgson Burnett Chapter 7 On the following Sunday morning Mr. Mordent had a large congregation indeed he could scarcely remember any Sunday on which the church had been so crowded People appeared upon the scene who seldom did him the honor of coming to hear his sermons There were people from Hazelton which was the next parish There were hearty sunburned farmers stout comfortable apple-cheeked wives and their best bonnets and most gorgeous shawls and half a dozen children or so to each family The doctor's wife was there with her four daughters Mrs. Kimsey and Mr. Kimsey who kept the druggist shop and made pills and did up powders for everybody within 10 miles Mrs. Dibble and hers Miss Smith, the village dressmaker and her friend Miss Perkins, the milliner sat in theirs The doctor's young man was present and the druggist's apprentice in fact almost every family on the countryside was represented in one way or another In the course of the preceding week many wonderful stories had been told of Little Lord Fauntleroy Mrs. Dibble had been kept so busy attending to customers by a penny-worth of needles or a hop-worth of tape and to hear what she had to be late that the little shop bell over the door had nearly tinkled itself to death over the coming and going Mrs. Dibble knew exactly how his small lordship's rooms had been furnished for him what expensive toys had been bought how there was a beautiful brown pony awaiting him and a small groom to attend it and a little dog cart and she could tell too what all the servants had said when they had caught glimpses of the child on the night of his arrival and how every female below stairs had said it was a shame, so it was to part the poor pretty deer from his mother and had all declared their hearts came into their mouths when he went alone into the library to see his grandfather for there was no known how he'd be treated and his lordship's temper was enough to fluster them with old heads on their shoulders let alone a child but if you'll believe me Mrs. Jennifer Mum Mrs. Dibble had said fear that child does not know so Mr. Thomas himself says and set and smile he did and talked to his lordship as if they'd been friends ever since his first hour and the Earl so took a back Mr. Thomas says that he couldn't do nothing but listen and stare from under his eyebrows and it's Mr. Thomas's opinion Mrs. Bates Mum but bad as he is he was pleased in his secret soul and proud too for a handsomer little fellow or with better manners though so old fashioned Mr. Thomas says he'd never wished to see and then there had come the story of Higgins the Reverend Mr. Morton had told it at his own dinner table and the servants who had heard it had told it in the kitchen and from there it had spread like wildfire and on market day Higgins had appeared in town he had been questioned on every side and Newick had been questioned too and in response had shown to two or three people the note signed Fauntleroy and so the farmer's wives had found plenty to talk of over their tea and their shopping and they had done the subject full justice and made the most of it and on Sunday they had either walked to church or had been driven in their gigs by their husbands and tried to curious themselves about the new little Lord who was to be in time the owner of the soil it was by no means the Earl's habit to attend church but he chose to appear on this first Sunday it was his whim to present himself in the huge family pew with Fauntleroy at his side there were many loiterers in the churchyard and many lingerers in the lane that morning there were groups at the gates of the porch and there had been much discussion as to whether my Lord would really appear or not when this discussion was at its height one good woman suddenly uttered an exclamation hey she said that must be the mother pretty young thing all who heard turned and looked at the slender figure in black coming up the path the veil was thrown back from her face and they could see how fair and sweet it was her bright hair curled as softly as a child under the little widow's cap she was not thinking of the people about she was thinking of Cedric and of his visits to her and his joy over his new pony on which he had actually written to her door the day before sitting very straight and looking very proud and happy but soon she could not help being attracted by the fact that she was being looked at and that her arrival had created some sort of sensation she first noticed it because an old woman in a red cloak made a bobbing courtesy to her and then another did the same thing and said God bless you my lady and one man after another took off his hat as she passed for a moment she did not understand and then she realized that it was because she was little Lord Fauntleroy's mother that they did so and she flushed rather shyly and smiled and bowed too in a gentle voice to the old woman who had blessed her to a person who had always lived in a bustling crowded American city this simple deference was very novel and at first just a little embarrassing but after all she could not help liking and being touched by the friendly warm-heartedness of which it seemed to speak she had scarcely passed through the stone porch into the church before the great event of the day happened the carriage from the castle with its handsome horses and tall liveryed servants bowled around the corner and down the green lane here they come! went from one looker on to another and then the carriage drew up and Thomas stepped down and opened the door and a little boy dressed in black velvet and with a splendid mop of bright waving hair jumped out every man, woman and child looked curiously upon him he's the captain over again said those of the onlookers who remembered his father he's the captain's self to the life he stood there in the sunlight looking up at the Earl as Thomas helped that nobleman out with the most affectionate interest that could be imagined the instant he could help he put out his hand and offered his shoulder as if he had been seven feet high it was plain enough to everyone that however it might be with other people the Earl of Dorancourt struck no terror into the breast of his grandson just lean on me they heard him say how glad the people are to see you and how well they all seem to know you take off your cap Fontleroy said the Earl they are bowing to you to me cried Fontleroy whipping off his cap in a moment burying his bright head to the crowd and turning shining puzzled eyes on them as he tried to bow to everyone at once God bless your lordship said the curt scene red cloaked old woman who had spoken to his mother long life to you thank you ma'am said Fontleroy and then they went into the church and were looked at there on their way up the aisle to the square red cushioned and curtained pew when Fontleroy was fairly seated he made two discoveries which pleased him the first that across the church where he could look at her his mother sat and smiled at him the second that at one end of the pew against the wall knelt two quaint figures carving in stone facing each other as they kneeled on either side of a pillar supporting two stone missiles their pointed hands folded as if in prayer their dressed very antique and strange on the tablet by them was written something of which he could only read the curious words here lie at the body of Gregory Arthur first Earl of Dorincourt also of Allison Hildegard his wife may I whisper inquired his lordship devoured by curiosity what is it said his grandfather who are they some of your ancestors answered the earl who lived a few hundred years ago perhaps said lord Fontleroy regarding them with respect perhaps I got my spelling from them and then he proceeded to find his place in the church service when the music began he stood up and looked across at his mother smiling he was very fond of music and his mother and he often sang together so he joined in with the rest his pure sweet high voice rising as clear as the song of a bird he quite forgot himself in his pleasure in it the earl forgot himself a little too as he sat in his curtain shielded corner of the pule and watched the boy Cedric stood with the big salter open in his hands singing with all his childish might his face a little uplifted happily and as he sang a long ray of sunshine crept in and sliding through a golden pane of a stained glass window brightened the falling hair about his young head his mother as she looked at him across the church felt a thrill pass through her heart and a prayer rose in it too a prayer that the pure simple happiness of his childish soul might last and that the strange great fortune which had fallen to him might bring no wrong or evil with it there were many soft anxious thoughts in her tender heart in those new days oh said he she had said to him the evening before as she hung over him and saying good night oh said he dear I wish for your sake I was very clever and could say a great many wise things but only be good dear only be brave only be kind and true always and then you will never hurt anyone so long as you live and you may help many and the big world may be better because my little child was born and that is best of all said he it is better than else that the world should be a little better because a man has lived even ever so little better dearest and on his return to the castle Fauntleroy had repeated her words to his grandfather and I thought about you when she said that he ended and I told her that was the way the world was because you had lived and I was going to try if I could be like you and what did she say to that asked his lordship a trifle and easily she said that was right and we must always look for good in people and try to be like it perhaps it was this the old man remembered as he glanced through the divided folds of the red curtain of his pew many times he looked over the people's heads to where his son's wife sat alone and he saw the fair face the unforgiven dead had loved and the eyes which are so like those of the child at his side but what his thoughts were and whether they were hard and bitter or softened a little it would have been hard to discover as they came out of church many of those who had attended the service stood waiting to see them pass as they neared the gate a man who stood with his hat in his hand made a step forward and then hesitated he was a middle aged farmer with a care worn face well Higgins said the earl Fauntleroy turned quickly to look at him while he exclaimed is it Mr. Higgins Yes answered the earl dryly and I suppose he came to take a look at his new landlord Yes my lord said the man his son burned face reddening Mr. Newick told me his young lordship was kind enough to speak for me and I thought I'd like to say a word of thanks if I might be allowed perhaps he felt some wonder when he saw what a little fellow it was innocently done so much for him and who stood there looking up just as one of his own less fortunate children might have done apparently not realizing his own importance in the least I have a great deal to thank your lordship for he said a great deal I only wrote the letter it was my grandfather who did it but you know how he is about always being good to everybody is Mrs. Higgins well now Higgins looked a trifle taken aback he also was somewhat startled at hearing his noble landlord presented in the character of a benevolent being full of engaging qualities I well yes your lordship he stammered the Mrs. is better since the trouble was took off her mind it was worrying broke her down I'm glad of that said Falter Roy my grandfather was very sorry about your children having the scarlet fever and so was I he has had children himself I'm his son's little boy you know Higgins was on the verge of being panic-stricken he felt it would be the safer and more discreet plan not to look at the Earl as it had been well known that his fatherly affection for his sons had been such that he had seen them about twice a year and that when they had been ill he had promptly departed for London because he would not be bored with doctors and nurses it was a little trying therefore to his lordship's nerves to be told while he looked on his eyes gleaming from under his shaggy eyebrows that he felt an interest in scarlet fever you see Higgins broken the Earl with a fine grim smile you people have been mistaken in me Lord Falter Roy understands me when you want reliable information on the subject of my character apply to him get into the carriage Falter Roy and Falter Roy jumped in and the carriage rolled away down the green lane and even when it turned the corner into the high road the Earl was still grimly smiling End of Chapter 7


Welcome back everyone to the closing wrap-up of day one of SuperCloud 4th, it's our fourth episode where we unpack the hottest technologies in the cloud, cloud next generation. Obviously, Genervai is our topic. We have a boatload of content.  Check it out, SuperCloud.world. That's the place to go. I'm John Furrier with Dave Vellante. Here on the closing sessions with me and Dave is Sarbjit Joel, Cube alumni, analyst, expert, influencer. Sarbjit, good to see you. And Rob Streche, Cube analyst, and for Cube Research, Rob. Great interview you did with the NFL. We're wrapping up day one. We had some live in studio performance and other successful SuperCloud guys, congratulations. Yeah, it's not over yet. Day two tomorrow, like you said. Rob, what's your take? We just did a riff with Howie Shoe's great panel. What did you see today? What was the big takeaway? I think, again, to what we've been discussing for months now is that large language models building your own chat GPT is going to be really far to the left on our power law and it's going to be very few that are making those huge investments and huge data investments and those massive models and that segmented LLMs or SLMs are going to be kind of where the entire business is at and be that on-prem or in cloud. It's going to have a cloud operating model behind it. I know you and your team at the Cube Research and advisory, formerly Wikibon, have been doing a ton of briefings with customers the past couple of weeks. Dave and Rob and Sargeet, what are you guys hearing that you heard today that connects the dots? What are companies saying? Are they, is everyone the frog in boiling water or are people actually getting it or what's the state of the market and what do we hear from these experts today? What ties it all together? I mean, just kicking it off, I think that what we've been hearing and what we continue to hear today was that one platform is not going to fit all and that you're going to see things consolidating from a data services and data features perspective in those data platforms, but that one platform will not dominate at all and your data won't all be consolidated down. You're going to have to have governance and lineage and a number of other things across all of these different data platforms. I think is, I'll just say, the one thing we've consistently heard and we heard again today and we're making fun of it is we've been doing AI forever, right? And yet I think we're going to start to see the AI haves and the AI have nots. We're not seeing it. We just have earnings numbers. I know we're going to talk about it a little bit. Microsoft seems to be an AI have, right? Google has AI, but we're not seeing the numbers. Of course, it could be advertising, but I think we're going to see a bifurcation of the contenders from the pretenders. Alphabet was solid results on Google. I think a little bit of manipulation going on and make their numbers problem. I would not judge them out yet. We'll see what Amazon does this week. Well, the stocks are down. I mean, sorry, Google's way down. Yeah. Microsoft's way up. Microsoft's up after hours, three and a half percent. Google's down six and a half percent. Amazon, people don't know what to do with it because Amazon earnings come up later this week. Well, this brings up the conversation that I've been seeing so far.  We're still hearing that drumbeat, certainly on the enterprise side, but yet we heard from Intel that there's a production boost on productivity numbers in AI. There's a lot more in production than people are leading on to be. So I kind of see this as classic enterprise or new AI kind of, I won't say bolt-on, but like there seems to be an AI adoption rush in low-hanging fruit or more problematic or challenging AI workloads that just can't be bolted on and thrust into production. What do you think? I think that the chatbot thing is out there, right? I mean, I think a lot of the low-hanging fruit was, I need to build an HR chatbot that allows people to do their direct deposit and figure that out real quick. And that was a low-hanging fruit of taking all of my HR policies and procedures. And valuable, despite your saying poo-pooing it. What? Chatbots, that's valuable. I'm not poo-pooing chatbots. Yeah, you said, that's low-end. Well, it's been there, done that, it's been figured out. So, I mean, on the spectrum.  Their version of production is a whole new ballroom. It's like, yeah, you can't say, that's like saying, okay, Dave, don't even go there. Okay, what the point was is that you have chatbots on one, it's easy to figure out. Co-pilots is now the hot thing because people can see direct benefits. The third wave is the more complex, cloud-native, AI-native, predictive stuff. That's a lot harder. So, when you map that out at the Rob's point, yeah, if you count production as low-end or entry-level, easy to figure out with data. But again, we'll have some people on, enterprises on tomorrow, that will talk about how they've gone and implemented it. You have some of the, I think people, Aaron from the NFL, was talking about the fact that, hey, you gotta look at, we need to know the impact of actually rolling this AI out. Because they have, you know, NFL has unions they have to deal with. They have other franchises that aren't under their jurisdiction. You start to look at all of the people you have to bring along into this in any corporation. There's a lot of politics that needs to be dealt with within there as well. And Jeff Boudreau from Dell said, we got all this data in our services organization. We're LLM-ing that. And then we're going to give real-time answers to customers. And that's a huge product. There'll be a way in here. I think media is hyping the fear of AI into the masses, the Hollywood strike, writers, big debacle. All in all, I think the productivity boost is number one use case for people. So if you go by people process technology, that sort of frame of thinking, people are getting more productive. We need productivity. We have been going down in productivity in the US for quite a number of years now. But now this AI will let us come back, ramp up the productivity. That's number one. Number two pattern I've seen is, a lot of people are doing the POCs and a lot of proof of concept and smaller projects. But the last mile of AI is hard. So for enterprise to- We described last mile. Last mile is like- That's come up multiple times. Yeah, yeah. What does that mean? So that means like having the true real use cases where you have that predictability and accuracy coming from the large language model. So the app that's fully in production that last mile is the final piece of the puzzle. It's in production, actually, you can say. Last mile is production, right? So that is hard. Of course, we have been doing AI for a long, long time. And that's like generic AI, if you will, not the generator of AI. Generator of AI has hallucinations and problems. I think I agree with you on that and everyone else. I think the changeover that's happening, at least what I'm seeing, I'd love to get your thoughts on this, guys. Yes, it's a radical shift to the new model. The adjustments going on at the data layers, even the startups we had in here, really the young startups, they're even feeling that the adoption is not there because the people aren't ready for it. Then I mean, who's really ready for generative AI? It's like Dave changing the airplane out at 34,000 feet with a whole new engine you've never been trained on before. You got to reset your data, rethink your data. I just want to comment on productivity. The global productivity, the best number I could come up with is 1.2% growth. That's anemic. But the GDP this quarter is supposed to be in the U.S., like 5%, and it's because of this full unemployment, but it's not due to productivity, right? And so, unless we see in the productivity numbers, you know, a big boost, Brynjolfsson says 3% minimum, I'll be disappointed if it's not 4% or higher. Unless we see that, then this thing could be overhyped. I don't think that's the case. I think we will see it, but to your point, people aren't ready. Well, January is new. I mean, the comment on Howie's thing was that a room pointed out from Intel was, someone said, I don't want to give up my co-pilot. They didn't have it last year. They don't want to give it up. Like, that's like when you first started surfing the web and used Yahoo, like, okay, I don't need to open up a book anymore. But I think that is the underlying thing. They didn't build the co-pilot. The co-pilot may be trained on some of their own code per se, but it's not necessarily their code. They didn't have to go build it. That goes to the last mile thing. It's like, okay, I can believe this because it's only been trained on my data plus a little bit outside of how to program or what have you. And I think that's a lot easier to get adoption on. I think the problem is still, the use case is not well-defined in how and what the SLA will be for the answers in that. We're all fine with chat GPT kind of lying to us every now and again and hallucinating and what have you. But I think when you start to get into certain cases, like financial services, going and saying, hey, I recommend the stock to you, there's a human in the loop on that because they can't trust it to be fully autonomous in that way. But having said that, I've seen some vendors doing a great job at it. You know, for example, we are very technology vendors in this case, right? There are banking and others as well.  So I think that is a great use case for technology providers to at least first train these models on their technology. So that when programmers are using their API, they just have to just say it or just type the first three letters and it completes the rest. I think building their own co-pilot for themselves makes total sense. I think the technology vendors, it's a lot clearer use case, especially in supportability and usability of the products that makes total sense. But some other vendors are not. You know, I was at HashiConf, I was watching them and I went there for half a day. Like they are kind of, kind of negating it. It's like, oh, we'll do this. Yeah, maybe they're trying to be contrarian because everybody else is not. Well, they should be the one who are actually, who should be there. Well, Terraform, talk to me and I'll deploy your infrastructure. Terraform could be at risk with AI. All right guys, we are on the analyst panel. We're going to have two more segments coming out after the end of the day. Google Public Sector, as well as a healthcare expert. They're going to unpack a little nuances of AI. But guys, final question for this analyst angle on SuperCloud 4. What's your takeaway from SuperCloud 4 that you just mentioned, or go a little deeper? And what are you going to take away to advise clients? Rob, as you talk to more enterprises every day, Sarbjit as well, Dave, what are you going to walk away with from here that you're going to have in your repertoire to advise and clients and custom companies that are looking for leadership and direction on how to formulate the AI conversation? I mean, it sounds so obvious, but I'm going to say it anyway. You just can't get caught up in the hype. I mean, you can, it's great. We love it. It's sort of intoxicating, but you got to get down to the business case. You got to figure out the use cases and you got to make money at this thing. And that's, to me, making money is all about labor productivity. And if you can get there, then it's going to pay for itself and you're going to win in the market against your competitors.  Assuming that Gen AI has legs, right? We can, I think it does, right? So you have, number one thing you want to do is train your practitioners and train your decision makers as well, your leadership as well, what it is, how you can leverage it. And I see that a lot of variation is a spectrum and some companies, people know and some companies that what it is and how they can leverage it and some companies they are like, oh, what is it? We don't want them. Like they're kind of afraid to just go there, right? So train, train, train, that's my advice. Yeah, and I think the advice is, clear use case, have focus, do a lot of experimentation around that, but it has to be core to your mission, your company's mission, so that you can get to an ROI and define what success means at the end of the day for that, because you don't want to be just blindly doing experiments all over the place. Figure out how do we get there and how do we, once we are there, what is the value that the company or the customer is going to extract from that? As a consummate, do more with less.  There's a scene in Moneyball where the owner of the Red Sox says to Billy Bean, if every company isn't working to your model, the baseball model, the big data model, as they say, they're going to be dinosaurs. And I think, to me, it was clear from day one that if every business and entrepreneur isn't thinking, because we have a lot of entrepreneurs here, companies as well, aren't rethinking how to execute with data. I think data is the new middleware and you have great infrastructure, the new data middleware is going to be refactored. At the end of the day, it's the apps, the North Star, what you're trying to do, if they're not refactoring with data and thinking about how they're using their data as a national property, they're going to be dinosaurs. So I think that to me is my advice, focus on your data, figure out how it works with the models, what's the end-to-end workflow, what's the application, because this is a generational shift. Attaberg over Pena. Yeah, type Pena. All right, we'll be back with two more segments to end the day, Google Public Sector and Healthcare Experts is SuperCloud 4. See you later.