Little Lord Fauntleroy - illustrated online book

An American boy becomes A British Earl, By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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" Well," he said ; " go on. You know I told you not to write to me about the matter, and I know nothing whatever about it. Wrhat kind of a lad is he ? I don't care about the mother; what sort of a lad is he ? "
Mr. Havisham drank a little of the glass of port he had poured out for himself, and sat holding it in his hand.
" It is rather difficult to judge of the character of a child of seven," he said cautiously.
The Earl's prejudices were very intense. He looked up quickly and uttered a rough word.
"A fool, is he?" he exclaimed. "Or a clumsy cub? His American blood tells, does it ? "
" I do not think it has injured him, my lord," replied the lawyer in his dry, deliberate fashion. " I don't know much about children, but I thought him rather a fine lad."
His manner of speech was always deliberate and unenthusiastic, but he made it a trifle more so than usual. He had a shrewd fancy that it would be better that the Earl should judge for himself, and be quite unprepared for his first interview with his grandson.
" Healthy and well-grown ? " asked my lord.
" Apparently very healthy, and quite well-grown," replied the lawyer.
" Straight-limbed and well enough to look at ? " demanded the Earl. A very slight smile touched Mr. Havisham's thin lips. There rose up before his mind's eye the picture he had left at Court Lodge,— the beautiful, 'graceful child's body lying upon the tiger-skin in care­less comfort—the bright, tumbled hair spread on the rug — the bright, rosy boy's face.
" Rather a handsome boy, I think, my lord, as boys go," he said, "though I am scarcely a judge, perhaps. But you will find him somewhat different from most English children, I dare say."
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