“There!” he said gayly, "now you can write it.”
‘You are to write it,” said the Earl.
‘“T!” exclaimed Fauntleroy, and a flush overspread his forehead.
‘Will it do if I write it? I dont always spell quite right when I
have n't a dictionary, and nobody tells me.”
‘Tt will do,” answered the Earl. ‘ Higgins will not complain of
the spelling. I’m not the philanthropist; you are. Dip your pen
in the ink.”
Fauntleroy took up the pen and dipped it in the ink-bottle, then
he arranged himself in position, leaning on the table.
‘“ Now, he inquired, " what must I say?”
“You may say, ‘ Higgins is not to be interfered with, for the
present,’ and sign it, ‘ Fauntleroy,’” said the Earl.
Fauntleroy dipped his pen in the ink again, and resting his arm,
began to write. It was rather a slow and serious process, but he
gave his whole soul to it. After a while, however, the manuscript
was complete, and he handed it to his grandfather with a smile
slightly tinged with anxiety. |
“Do you think it will do?” he asked.
The Earl looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched a
little.
“Yes,” he answered; " Higgins will find it entirely satisfactory.”
And he handed it to Mr. Mordaunt.
What Mr. Mordaunt found written was this: