LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. 77
able to meet some one who did not distrust him or shrink from him, or seem to detect the ugly part of his nature ; some one 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 telling 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 genial little way quite composedly. He told him all about Dick and Jake, and the apple-woman, and Mr. Hobbs; 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 and the Revolution, and was just becoming enthusiastic, when he suddenly recollected something and stopped very abruptly. .
11 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 n't like it," he replied. " Perhaps some one 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 !"
" You are an Englishman," said the Earl grimly. " 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.