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Chapter V
It was late in the afternoon when the carriage containing little Lord Fauntleroy and Mr.
Havisham drove up the long avenue which led to the castle. The Earl had given orders
that his grandson should arrive in time to dine with him; and for some reason best known
to himself, he had also ordered that the child should be sent alone into the room in which
he intended to receive him. As the carriage rolled up the avenue, Lord Fauntleroy sat
leaning comfortably against the luxurious cushions, and regarded the prospect with great
interest. He was, in fact, interested in everything he saw. He had been interested in the
carriage, with its large, splendid horses and their glittering harness; he had been
interested in the tall coachman and footman, with their resplendent livery; and he had
been especially interested in the coronet on the panels, and had struck up an acquaintance
with the footman for the purpose of inquiring what it meant.
When the carriage reached the great gates of the park, he looked out of the window to get
a good view of the huge stone lions ornamenting the entrance. The gates were opened by
a motherly, rosy-looking woman, who came out of a pretty, ivy-covered lodge. Two
children ran out of the door of the house and stood looking with round, wide-open eyes at
the little boy in the carriage, who looked at them also. Their mother stood courtesying
and smiling, and the children, on receiving a sign from her, made bobbing little courtesies
"Does she know me?" asked Lord Fauntleroy. "I think she must think she knows me."
And he took off his black velvet cap to her and smiled.
"How do you do?" he said brightly. "Good-afternoon!"
The woman seemed pleased, he thought. The smile broadened on her rosy face and a kind
look came into her blue eyes.
"God bless your lordship!" she said. "God bless your pretty face! Good luck and
happiness to your lordship! Welcome to you!"
Lord Fauntleroy waved his cap and nodded to her again as the carriage rolled by her.
"I like that woman," he said. "She looks as if she liked boys. I should like to come here
and play with her children. I wonder if she has enough to make up a company?"
Mr. Havisham did not tell him that he would scarcely be allowed to make playmates of
the gate-keeper's children. The lawyer thought there was time enough for giving him that
The carriage rolled on and on between the great, beautiful trees which grew on each side
of the avenue and stretched their broad, swaying branches in an arch across it. Cedric had
never seen such trees,--they were so grand and stately, and their branches grew so low
down on their huge trunks. He did not then know that Dorincourt Castle was one of the
most beautiful in all England; that its park was one of the broadest and finest, and its trees
and avenue almost without rivals. But he did know that it was all very beautiful. He liked
the big, broad-branched trees, with the late afternoon sunlight striking golden lances
through them. He liked the perfect stillness which rested on everything. He felt a great,
strange pleasure in the beauty of which he caught glimpses under and between the
sweeping boughs--the great, beautiful spaces of the park, with still other trees standing