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Chapter III
Cedric's good opinion of the advantages of being an earl increased greatly during the next
week. It seemed almost impossible for him to realize that there was scarcely anything he
might wish to do which he could not do easily; in fact, I think it may be said that he did
not fully realize it at all. But at least he understood, after a few conversations with Mr.
Havisham, that he could gratify all his nearest wishes, and he proceeded to gratify them
with a simplicity and delight which caused Mr. Havisham much diversion. In the week
before they sailed for England he did many curious things. The lawyer long after
remembered the morning they went down-town together to pay a visit to Dick, and the
afternoon they so amazed the apple-woman of ancient lineage by stopping before her stall
and telling her she was to have a tent, and a stove, and a shawl, and a sum of money
which seemed to her quite wonderful.
"For I have to go to England and be a lord," explained Cedric, sweet-temperedly. "And I
shouldn't like to have your bones on my mind every time it rained. My own bones never
hurt, so I think I don't know how painful a person's bones can be, but I've sympathized
with you a great deal, and I hope you'll be better."
"She's a very good apple-woman," he said to Mr. Havisham, as they walked away,
leaving the proprietress of the stall almost gasping for breath, and not at all believing in
her great fortune. "Once, when I fell down and cut my knee, she gave me an apple for
nothing. I've always remembered her for it. You know you always remember people who
are kind to you."
It had never occurred to his honest, simple little mind that there were people who could
forget kindnesses.
The interview with Dick was quite exciting. Dick had just been having a great deal of
trouble with Jake, and was in low spirits when they saw him. His amazement when
Cedric calmly announced that they had come to give him what seemed a very great thing
to him, and would set all his troubles right, almost struck him dumb. Lord Fauntleroy's
manner of announcing the object of his visit was very simple and unceremonious. Mr.
Havisham was much impressed by its directness as he stood by and listened. The
statement that his old friend had become a lord, and was in danger of being an earl if he
lived long enough, caused Dick to so open his eyes and mouth, and start, that his cap fell
off. When he picked it up, he uttered a rather singular exclamation. Mr. Havisham
thought it singular, but Cedric had heard it before.
"I soy!" he said, "what're yer givin' us?" This plainly embarrassed his lordship a little, but
he bore himself bravely.
"Everybody thinks it not true at first," he said. "Mr. Hobbs thought I'd had a sunstroke. I
didn't think I was going to like it myself, but I like it better now I'm used to it. The one
who is the earl now, he's my grandpapa; and he wants me to do anything I like. He's very
kind, if he IS an earl; and he sent me a lot of money by Mr. Havisham, and I've brought
some to you to buy Jake out."
And the end of the matter was that Dick actually bought Jake out, and found himself the
possessor of the business and some new brushes and a most astonishing sign and outfit.
He could not believe in his good luck any more easily than the apple-woman of ancient
lineage could believe in hers; he walked about like a boot-black in a dream; he stared at