“Yes, it was his lordship,” said Dawson; “and if you will be a nice little gentleman, and not fret about things, and will enjoy yourself, and be happy all the day, he will give you anything you ask for.”

It was a tremendously exciting morning.  There were so many things to be examined, so many experiments to be tried; each novelty was so absorbing that he could scarcely turn from it to look at the next.  And it was so curious to know that all this had been prepared for himself alone; that, even before he had left New York, people had come down from London to arrange the rooms he was to occupy, and had provided the books and playthings most likely to interest him.

“Did you ever know any one,” he said to Dawson, “who had such a kind grandfather!”

Dawson’s face wore an uncertain expression for a moment.  She had not a very high opinion of his lordship the Earl.  She had not been in the house many days, but she had been there long enough to hear the old nobleman’s peculiarities discussed very freely in the servants’ hall.

“An’ of all the wicious, savage, hill-tempered hold fellows it was ever my hill-luck to wear livery hunder,” the tallest footman had said, “he’s the wiolentest and wust by a long shot.”

And this particular footman, whose name was Thomas, had also repeated to his companions below stairs some of the Earl’s remarks to Mr. Havisham, when they had been discussing these very preparations.

“Give him his own way, and fill his rooms with toys,” my lord had said.  “Give him what will amuse him, and he’ll forget about his mother quickly enough.  Amuse him, and fill his mind with other things, and we shall have no trouble.  That’s boy nature.”

So, perhaps, having had this truly amiable object in view, it did not please him so very much to find it did not seem to be exactly this particular boy’s nature.  The Earl had passed a bad night and had spent the morning in his room; but at noon, after he had lunched, he sent for his grandson.

Fauntleroy answered the summons at once.  He came down the broad staircase with a bounding step; the Earl heard him run across the hall, and then the door opened and he came in with red cheeks and sparkling eyes.

“I was waiting for you to send for me,” he said.  “I was ready a long time ago.  I’m ever so much obliged to you for all those things!  I’m ever so much obliged to you!  I have been playing with them all the morning.”

“Oh!” said the Earl, “you like them, do you?”

“I like them so much—­well, I couldn’t tell you how much!” said Fauntleroy, his face glowing with delight.  “There’s one that’s like baseball, only you play it on a board with black and white pegs, and you keep your score with some counters on a wire.  I tried to teach Dawson, but she couldn’t quite understand it just at first—­you see, she never played baseball, being a lady; and I’m afraid I wasn’t very good at explaining it to her.  But you know all about it, don’t you?”