Little Lord Fauntleroy Ch 5 Part 2

Tonight, I am reading Chapter Five, Part Two of Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett, the beloved author of The Secret Garden and A Little Princess. This timeless classic follows the gentle and kind-hearted Cedric Errol, whose life is about to change in the most unexpected way. Filled with warmth, compassion, and the quiet magic of seeing the good in others, this story reminds us that kindness has the power to transform hearts. This audio is perfect for children or adults who want to relax, discover magic, or embark on an adventure before a great night's sleep.

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And then their talk began. And he was still more curiously moved and more than puzzled. In the first place, He was so used to seeing people rather afraid and embarrassed before him that he had expected nothing else but that his grandson would be timid or shy. But Cedric was no more afraid of the Earl than he'd 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 afraid or awkward. 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 to his friendly new friend 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 competence. After all, It was not disagreeable to meet someone who did not distrust him or shrink from him or seem 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 telling him still more about 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. He told them all about Dick and Jack. And the Apple Woman, And Mr. Hobbs. He described the Republican rally and all its glory of the 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. What's 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 mightn't 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 are an Englishman too. Oh no, Said Cedric quickly. I'm an American. You are an Englishman, Said the Earl Grimley. 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 were born in America, I beg your pardon, With serious politeness and delicacy. I beg your pardon for contradicting you. Mr. Hobbs told me, If there were another war, You know, I should have to, To be an American. The Earl gave a grim half-laugh. It was short and grim, But it was a laugh. You 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 can lean on me, You know. Once when Mr. Hobbs 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 disgraced and vulgar footman if he had just allowed himself to be led by any circumstance whatever into such an indiscretion as a smile. But he had a very narrow escape. He only just saved himself by staring straight over the Earl's head at a very ugly picture. Looked his valiant young relative over from head to foot. Do you think you could do it? He asked gruffly. I think I could, Said Cedric. I'm strong. I'm seven, You know. You can lean on your stick on one side and on me on the other. Dick says I've got a good deal of muscle for a boy that's only seven. He shut his hand and moved it upward to his shoulder so that the earl might see the muscle Dick had kindly approved of, 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 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 footmen 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. He got up slowly and put his hand on the small shoulder presented to him with so much courage. 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 the assistant's arm. And yet it was part of his experiment to let his grandson feel his burden as no lightweight. 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, He panted. I'm alright if, If it isn't a long way. 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 redder, And his breath shorter, But he never thought of giving up. He stiffened his childish muscles, Held his head erect, And encouraged the earl as he limped along. Does your foot hurt when you stand on it, He asked. Did you ever put it in hot water and mustard? Mr. Hobb used to put his in hot water. Arnica is a very nice thing too, They tell me. The big dogs stalked slowly beside them, And the big footmen followed. Several times he looked very queer as he watched the little figure making the very most of all his little strength and bearing its burden with such goodwill. The Earl, Too, Looked rather queer, Once as he glanced sideways down at the flushed little face. When they entered the room where they were to dine, Cedric saw it. And it was very large in an imposing room. And that the footman who stood behind 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 the 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 just seems a little warm to me. His delicate consideration for his noble relative's feelings was such that he did not wish to seem to intimate that any of his surroundings were unnecessary. You've 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 a 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 nobleman at the head of 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 childish 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 to think even 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. Hobbs 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 on a hat. Yes, Said the Earl. I 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 am 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, Replied 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. 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's 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 in the remembrance that tonight he was not to sleep at home, Watched over by the loving eyes of the 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 the 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 the master, The earl's hand rested on the grandson's shoulder, Though not so heavily as before. When the footmen left them alone, Cedric sat down upon the hearth rug near Dougal. For a few moments 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. Fauntly Roy, 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, And I think I 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. Dougal 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 feeling of homesickness, But it pleased him to see that he was making so brave an effort to bear it well. He liked this child's courage. Come here, He said. Fauntly Roy went to him. I never was 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 at his own house. But dearest is not very far from me. She told me to remember that, And I'm seven, And I can look at the picture she gave me. He put his hand in his pocket and brought out a small velvet covered case. This is it, He said. You see, You press the spring and it opens, And she's 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 has always leaned there. There she is, He said, As the case opened, And he looked up with a smile. The Earl knitted his brow. He did not wish to see the picture, But he looked at it in spite of himself. And there looked up at him from 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're very fond of her, " he said. Yes, " answered Lord Fauntleroy in a gentle tone and with simple directness. Man, I'm going to work and earn money for her. What do you think of doing? " inquired his grandfather. His young lordship 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 would go into business with Mr. Hobbs, He said. But I should like to be a president. We'll send you to the house of lords instead, " said the grandfather. Well, Remarked Lord Fauntleroy, If I couldn't be a president, And if that is 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 long after this and looked at the fire for some time. The Earl did not speak again. He leaned back in his chair and he watched him. A great many strange new thoughts passed through this 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 was 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.