“I suppose,” said the Earl, “that you would much prefer that he should not be the Earl of Dorincourt?”
Her fair young face flushed.
“It is a very magnificent thing to be the Earl of Dorincourt, my lord,” she said. “I know that, but I care most that he should be what his father was—brave and just and true always.”
“In striking contrast to what his grandfather was, eh?” said his lordship [sardonically.]
“I have not had the pleasure of knowing his grandfather,” replied Mrs. Errol, “but I know my little boy believes——” She stopped short a moment, looking quietly into his face, and then she added, “I know that Cedric loves you.”
“Would he have loved me,” said the Earl dryly, “if you had told him why I did not receive you at the Castle?”
“No,” answered Mrs. Errol; “I think not. That was why I did not wish him to know.”
“Well,” said my lord, brusquely, “there are few women who would not have told him.”
He suddenly began to walk up and down the room, pulling his great moustache more violently than ever.
“Yes, he is fond of me,” he said, “and I am fond of him. I can’t say I ever was fond of anything before. I am fond of him. He pleased me from the first. I am an old man, and was tired of my life. He has given me something to live for. I am proud of him. I was satisfied to think of his taking his place some day as the head of the family.”