“The boy is very like you,” he said abruptly.
“It has been often said so, my lord,” she replied, “but I have been glad to think him like his father also.”
As Lady Lorridaile had told him, her voice was very sweet, and her manner was very simple and dignified. She did not seem in the least troubled by his sudden coming.
“Yes,” said the Earl, “he is like—my son—too.” He put his hand up to his big white mustache and pulled it fiercely. “Do you know,” he said, “why I have come here?”
“I have seen Mr. Havisham,” Mrs. Errol began, “and he has told me of the claims which have been made——”
“I have come to tell you,” said the Earl, “that they will be investigated and contested, if a contest can be made. I have come to tell you that the boy shall be defended with all the power of the law. His rights——”
The soft voice interrupted him.
“He must have nothing that is NOT his by right, even if the law can give it to him,” she said.
“Unfortunately the law can not,” said the Earl. “If it could, it should. This outrageous woman and her child——”
“Perhaps she cares for him as much as I care for Cedric, my lord,” said little Mrs. Errol. “And if she was your eldest son's wife, her son is Lord Fauntleroy, and mine is not.”