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“
My
lord
,
”
said
Mr
.
Havisham
,
“
I
will
waste
no
words
.
My
news
has
everything
to
do
with
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
And
if
we
are
to
believe
it
—
it
is
not
Lord
Fauntleroy
who
lies
sleeping
before
us
,
but
only
the
son
of
Captain
Errol
.
And
the
present
Lord
Fauntleroy
is
the
son
of
your
son
Bevis
,
and
is
at
this
moment
in
a
lodging
-
house
in
London
.
”
The
Earl
clutched
the
arms
of
his
chair
with
both
his
hands
until
the
veins
stood
out
upon
them
;
the
veins
stood
out
on
his
forehead
too
;
his
fierce
old
face
was
almost
livid
.
“
What
do
you
mean
!
”
he
cried
out
.
“
You
are
mad
!
Whose
lie
is
this
?
”
“
If
it
is
a
lie
,
”
answered
Mr
.
Havisham
,
“
it
is
painfully
like
the
truth
.
A
woman
came
to
my
chambers
this
morning
.
She
said
your
son
Bevis
married
her
six
years
ago
in
London
.
She
showed
me
her
marriage
certificate
.
They
quarrelled
a
year
after
the
marriage
,
and
he
paid
her
to
keep
away
from
him
.
She
has
a
son
five
years
old
.
She
is
an
American
of
the
lower
classes
,
—
an
ignorant
person
,
—
and
until
lately
she
did
not
fully
understand
what
her
son
could
claim
.
She
consulted
a
lawyer
and
found
out
that
the
boy
was
really
Lord
Fauntleroy
and
the
heir
to
the
earldom
of
Dorincourt
;
and
she
,
of
course
,
insists
on
his
claims
being
acknowledged
.
”
There
was
a
movement
of
the
curly
head
on
the
yellow
satin
cushion
.
A
soft
,
long
,
sleepy
sigh
came
from
the
parted
lips
,
and
the
little
boy
stirred
in
his
sleep
,
but
not
at
all
restlessly
or
uneasily
.
Not
at
all
as
if
his
slumber
were
disturbed
by
the
fact
that
he
was
being
proved
a
small
impostor
and
that
he
was
not
Lord
Fauntleroy
at
all
and
never
would
be
the
Earl
of
Dorincourt
.
He
only
turned
his
rosy
face
more
on
its
side
,
as
if
to
enable
the
old
man
who
stared
at
it
so
solemnly
to
see
it
better
.
The
handsome
,
grim
old
face
was
ghastly
.
A
bitter
smile
fixed
itself
upon
it
.
“
I
should
refuse
to
believe
a
word
of
it
,
”
he
said
,
“
if
it
were
not
such
a
low
,
scoundrelly
piece
of
business
that
it
becomes
quite
possible
in
connection
with
the
name
of
my
son
Bevis
.
It
is
quite
like
Bevis
.
He
was
always
a
disgrace
to
us
.
Always
a
weak
,
untruthful
,
vicious
young
brute
with
low
tastes
—
my
son
and
heir
,
Bevis
,
Lord
Fauntleroy
.
The
woman
is
an
ignorant
,
vulgar
person
,
you
say
?
”
“
I
am
obliged
to
admit
that
she
can
scarcely
spell
her
own
name
,
”
answered
the
lawyer
.
“
She
is
absolutely
uneducated
and
openly
mercenary
.
She
cares
for
nothing
but
the
money
.
She
is
very
handsome
in
a
coarse
way
,
but
—
—
”
The
fastidious
old
lawyer
ceased
speaking
and
gave
a
sort
of
shudder
.
