The Lost Prince & Little Lord Fauntleroy. Frances Hodgson Burnett

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      He found him reading the morning paper, and he approached him with a grave demeanor. He really felt it would be a great shock to Mr. Hobbs to hear what had befallen him, and on his way to the store he had been thinking how it would be best to break the news.

      “Hello!” said Mr. Hobbs. “Mornin’!”

      “Good-morning,” said Cedric.

      He did not climb up on the high stool as usual, but sat down on a cracker-box and clasped his knee, and was so silent for a few moments that Mr. Hobbs finally looked up inquiringly over the top of his newspaper.

      “Hello!” he said again.

      Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together.

      “Mr. Hobbs,” he said, “do you remember what we were talking about yesterday morning?”

      “Well,” replied Mr. Hobbs,—“seems to me it was England.”

      “Yes,” said Cedric; “but just when Mary came for me, you know?”

      Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head.

      “We WAS mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy.”

      “Yes,” said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, “and—and earls; don’t you know?”

      “Why, yes,” returned Mr. Hobbs; “we DID touch ‘em up a little; that’s so!”

      Cedric flushed up to the curly bang on his forehead. Nothing so embarrassing as this had ever happened to him in his life. He was a little afraid that it might be a trifle embarrassing to Mr. Hobbs, too.

      “You said,” he proceeded, “that you wouldn’t have them sitting ‘round on your cracker-barrels.”

      “So I did!” returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. “And I meant it. Let ‘em try it—that’s all!”

      “Mr. Hobbs,” said Cedric, “one is sitting on this box now!”

      Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair.

      “What!” he exclaimed.

      “Yes,” Cedric announced, with due modesty; “I am one—or I am going to be. I won’t deceive you.”

      Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look at the thermometer.

      “The mercury’s got into your head!” he exclaimed, turning back to examine his young friend’s countenance. “It IS a hot day! How do you feel? Got any pain? When did you begin to feel that way?”

      He put his big hand on the little boy’s hair. This was more embarrassing than ever.

      “Thank you,” said Ceddie; “I’m all right. There is nothing the matter with my head. I’m sorry to say it’s true, Mr. Hobbs. That was what Mary came to take me home for. Mr. Havisham was telling my mamma, and he is a lawyer.”

      Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with his handkerchief.

      “ONE of us has got a sunstroke!” he exclaimed.

      “No,” returned Cedric, “we haven’t. We shall have to make the best of it, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Havisham came all the way from England to tell us about it. My grandpapa sent him.”

      Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face before him.

      “Who is your grandfather?” he asked.

      Cedric put his hand in his pocket and carefully drew out a piece of paper, on which something was written in his own round, irregular hand.

      “I couldn’t easily remember it, so I wrote it down on this,” he said. And he read aloud slowly: “‘John Arthur Molyneux Errol, Earl of Dorincourt.’ That is his name, and he lives in a castle—in two or three castles, I think. And my papa, who died, was his youngest son; and I shouldn’t have been a lord or an earl if my papa hadn’t died; and my papa wouldn’t have been an earl if his two brothers hadn’t died. But they all died, and there is no one but me,—no boy,—and so I have to be one; and my grandpapa has sent for me to come to England.”

      Mr. Hobbs seemed to grow hotter and hotter. He mopped his forehead and his bald spot and breathed hard. He began to see that something very remarkable had happened; but when he looked at the little boy sitting on the cracker-box, with the innocent, anxious expression in his childish eyes, and saw that he was not changed at all, but was simply as he had been the day before, just a handsome, cheerful, brave little fellow in a blue suit and red neck-ribbon, all this information about the nobility bewildered him. He was all the more bewildered because Cedric gave it with such ingenuous simplicity, and plainly without realizing himself how stupendous it was.

      “Wha—what did you say your name was?” Mr. Hobbs inquired.

      “It’s Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy,” answered Cedric. “That was what Mr. Havisham called me. He said when I went into the room: ‘And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy!’”

      “Well,” said Mr. Hobbs, “I’ll be—jiggered!”

      This was an exclamation he always used when he was very much astonished or excited. He could think of nothing else to say just at that puzzling moment.

      Cedric felt it to be quite a proper and suitable ejaculation. His respect and affection for Mr. Hobbs were so great that he admired and approved of all his remarks. He had not seen enough of society as yet to make him realize that sometimes Mr. Hobbs was not quite conventional. He knew, of course, that he was different from his mamma, but, then, his mamma was a lady, and he had an idea that ladies were always different from gentlemen.

      He looked at Mr. Hobbs wistfully.

      “England is a long way off, isn’t it?” he asked.

      “It’s across the Atlantic Ocean,” Mr. Hobbs answered.

      “That’s the worst of it,” said Cedric. “Perhaps I shall not see you again for a long time. I don’t like to think of that, Mr. Hobbs.”

      “The best of friends must part,” said Mr. Hobbs.

      “Well,” said Cedric, “we have been friends for a great many years, haven’t we?”

      “Ever since you was born,” Mr. Hobbs answered. “You was about six weeks old when you was first walked out on this street.”

      “Ah,” remarked Cedric, with a sigh, “I never thought I should have to be an earl then!”

      “You think,” said Mr. Hobbs, “there’s no getting out of it?”

      “I’m afraid not,” answered Cedric. “My mamma says that my papa would wish me to do it. But if I have to be an earl, there’s one thing I can do: I can try to be a good one. I’m not going to be a tyrant. And if there is ever to be another war with America, I shall try to stop it.”

      His conversation with Mr. Hobbs was a long and serious one. Once having got over the first shock, Mr. Hobbs was not so rancorous as might have СКАЧАТЬ