Little Lord Fauntleroy Page #2

Considering your financial situation,

I'm surprised you have a servant.

Mary isn't a servant.

She was midwife to Ceddie

when he was born.

And has stayed on out of devotion

although we could not pay her.

She's all the family

that Ceddie and I have.

I see.

You've not yet said whether you accept

the Earl's offer and all the terms.

My husband loved England.

He loved his father.

It grieved him that he was

alienated from that.

I will accept the terms.

But only because I know

my husband would wish it.

And I think I believe

it will be to Ceddie's benefit.

Your son will thank you one day.

I hope so.

However-

I too have a condition

that must be met.

A condition?

- Yes.

And if it is violated,

I will take Ceddie and return here.

And the condition, Mrs. Errol?

That Ceddie is not to be told.

Nor is his grandfather ever

to reveal to him his dislike for me.

I will not have my child

toward between his love for me

and the affection he should feel

for his grandfather.

You have my word.

Your wishes will be respected.

Thank you.

It will be difficult for Ceddie to

understand why we must live apart.

But if his grandfather's kind

and loving, he will accept it.

And he will be kind and loving,

Mr. Havisham?

The old gentleman would not have

sent me on this long journey,

if his intentions towards his grandson

were not the best.

That is not an answer.

But I will accept it for now.

You're a woman of considerable

strength and purposes.

I'm a motherwho's giving her child

into another's care.

And that care

must go beyond material things.

Me and the boys were playing

a bang-up game of Kick-the-Can.

This is Mr. Havisham, Ceddie.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Havisham.

So. This is little Lord Fauntleroy!

It's long past your bedtime, Ceddie.

I know. But I've just been

trying to get it straight.

It is rather a lot

for a small boy to grasp.

Let me see

if I can explain it more clearly.

Your grandfather, whom you've

never met, is an Earl.

That's an aristocrat,

according to Mr. Hobbs.

Aris-TO-crat!

His second oldest son,

your uncle Maurice,

would've become the Earl in time.

If he hadn't been killed

in a fall from a horse.

His second eldest son, your uncle

Bevis, would then have become the Earl.

But he died this past year

in Rome of a tumor.

That was papa.

So papa died too. And that leaves me.

Yes. And in time, you will be

the Earl of Dorincourt.

But until then, you're Lord Fauntleroy.

Do I have to be?

None of the other boys are.

It is a very great honor, Ceddie.

And it would make your papa very happy.

Well, if there's no getting out of it, I

guess I'll have to make the best of it.

And I know you will.

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