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LILILE LORD FAUNTLEROY. bey

through the green lanes for a short distance, stopped. They had
reached Court Lodge; and Fauntleroy was out upon the ground
almost before the big footman had time to open the carriage door.

The Earl wakened from his reverie with a start.

“What!” he said. "Are we here ?”

“Yes,” said Fauntleroy. “Let me give you your stick. Just
lean on me when you get out.”

“Tam not going to get out, replied his lordship brusquely.

‘“Not—not to see Dearest?” exclaimed Fauntleroy with aston¬
ished face.

“<TD earest’ will excuse me,” said the Earl dryly. ‘‘ Go to her
and tell her that not even a new pony would keep you away.”

‘“She will be disappointed,” said Fauntleroy. ‘ She will want to
see you very much.

“Tam afraid not,” was the answer. ‘ [he carriage will call for
you as we come back.—Tell Jeffries to drive on, Thomas.”

Thomas closed the carriage door; and, after a puzzled look,
Fauntleroy ran up the drive. The Earl had the opportunity—as
Mr. Havisham once had—of seeing a pair of handsome, strong lit¬
tle legs flash over the ground with astonishing rapidity. Evidently
their owner had no intention of losing any time. The carriage
rolled slowly away, but his lordship did not at once lean back; he
still looked out. Through a space in the trees he could see the
house door; it was wide open. The little figure dashed up the
steps; another figure—a little figure, too, slender and young, in its
black gown—ran to meet it. It seemed as if they flew together,
as Fauntleroy leaped into his mother’s arms, hanging about her
neck and covering her sweet young face with kisses.