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Chapter I
Cedric himself knew nothing whatever about it. It had never been even mentioned to him.
He knew that his papa had been an Englishman, because his mamma had told him so; but
then his papa had died when he was so little a boy that he could not remember very much
about him, except that he was big, and had blue eyes and a long mustache, and that it was
a splendid thing to be carried around the room on his shoulder. Since his papa's death,
Cedric had found out that it was best not to talk to his mamma about him. When his
father was ill, Cedric had been sent away, and when he had returned, everything was
over; and his mother, who had been very ill, too, was only just beginning to sit in her
chair by the window. She was pale and thin, and all the dimples had gone from her pretty
face, and her eyes looked large and mournful, and she was dressed in black.
"Dearest," said Cedric (his papa had called her that always, and so the little boy had
learned to say it),--"dearest, is my papa better?"
He felt her arms tremble, and so he turned his curly head and looked in her face. There
was something in it that made him feel that he was going to cry.
"Dearest," he said, "is he well?"
Then suddenly his loving little heart told him that he'd better put both his arms around her
neck and kiss her again and again, and keep his soft cheek close to hers; and he did so,
and she laid her face on his shoulder and cried bitterly, holding him as if she could never
let him go again.
"Yes, he is well," she sobbed; "he is quite, quite well, but we--we have no one left but
each other. No one at all."
Then, little as he was, he understood that his big, handsome young papa would not come
back any more; that he was dead, as he had heard of other people being, although he
could not comprehend exactly what strange thing had brought all this sadness about. It
was because his mamma always cried when he spoke of his papa that he secretly made up
his mind it was better not to speak of him very often to her, and he found out, too, that it
was better not to let her sit still and look into the fire or out of the window without
moving or talking. He and his mamma knew very few people, and lived what might have
been thought very lonely lives, although Cedric did not know it was lonely until he grew
older and heard why it was they had no visitors. Then he was told that his mamma was an
orphan, and quite alone in the world when his papa had married her. She was very pretty,
and had been living as companion to a rich old lady who was not kind to her, and one day
Captain Cedric Errol, who was calling at the house, saw her run up the stairs with tears
on her eyelashes; and she looked so sweet and innocent and sorrowful that the Captain
could not forget her. And after many strange things had happened, they knew each other
well and loved each other dearly, and were married, although their marriage brought
them the ill-will of several persons. The one who was most angry of all, however, was the
Captain's father, who lived in England, and was a very rich and important old nobleman,
with a very bad temper and a very violent dislike to America and Americans. He had two
sons older than Captain Cedric; and it was the law that the elder of these sons should
inherit the family title and estates, which were very rich and splendid; if the eldest son
died, the next one would be heir; so, though he was a member of such a great family,
there was little chance that Captain Cedric would be very rich himself.