Little Lord Fauntleroy Page #6

I shall tell him I think you're the

kindest man I ever heard of,

and that you're always thinking of other

people and making them happy and...

and that I hope when I grow up

I shall be just like you!

Just like me, eh?

There you are, Mordaunt. Take that with

you. - I will indeed. This is good news!

Thank you, my lord. - Oh, don't

thank me, thank Fauntleroy.

Thank you.

- Good-bye, sir. - Good-bye.

May I go to see Dearest now?

I think she'll be waiting for me.

There's something for you to see

in the stables first. Ring the bell.

In the stables!

If you please, I'm very much obliged,

but I think I'd better see it tomorrow.

She'll be expecting me all the time.

- Ah, very well. We'll order the carriage.

You don't care to see what's

in the stables? - Oh, I do! I do!

Oh, it doesn't matter, it's only a pony.

A pony! Whose pony is it?

- Yours.

Mine!

- Yes.

Oh, I never thought I'd have

a pony! I never thought that!

How glad Dearest will be.

You give me everything, don't you?

Wouldn't you like to see it?

Of course I want to see it! I want

to see it so much I can hardly wait

but I'm afraid there isn't time.

You must see your mother this afternoon?

You can't put it off till tomorrow?

Why, she's been thinking about me all the

morning and I've been thinking about her.

Oh, you have, have you?

Very well, ring the bell.

Let me give you your stick. Lean on me

when you get out. - I'm not going to get out.

Not... not to see Dearest?

- Dearest will excuse me.

Tell her that even your new pony

would keep you away.

She'll be disappointed.

She'll want to see you very much.

- I am afraid not.

The carriage will call for you as we

come back. Drive on, Jeffries.

It's a shame, parted from his own mother.

Cook at Court Lodge was telling Sarah

she'd never worked for a sweeter lady

than Mrs. Errol.

The letter was written by the

little gentleman his own self.

Signed with his name too, "Fauntleroy,"

as large as life. - The little precious!

Ay, that's the mother.

- A pretty young thing too.

Good morning, my lady.

- Good morning.

God bless you, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

It's His Lordship coming to services.

That's a new notion.

They say even 'is gout's improving.

An' look at the young lord.

- He's captain Cedric all over again.

He's the Captain's self to the life.

How glad the people are to see you.

Take off your hat, Fauntleroy.

They're bowing to you. - To me?

How do you do?

God bless, Your Lordship. Long life to ya.

Thank you.

Good morning, my lord.

[organ plays "Crown Him With Many Crowns"]

Crown Him with many crowns

The Lamb upon His throne

Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but his own

Awake my soul, and sign

Of Him who died for thee

And Hail Him as thy matchless King

Through all eternity

Crown Him the Virgin's son

The God incarnate born

Whose arm those crimson trophies won...

May I whisper?

- What is it? - Who are they?

Some of your ancestors who lived

a few hundred years ago. - Oh!

Perhaps I got my spelling from them.

...Shepherd King of Israel's fold

The Babe of Bethlehem

Well, Higgins?

- Oh, is this Mr. Higgins?

Yes, I suppose he's come to look

at his new landlord. - Yes, my lord.

I understand His young Lordship

was kind enough to speak for me

and I thought I'd like to say

a word of thanks.

I've got a great deal

to thank Your Lordship for.

Oh, I only wrote the letter.

It's my grandfather who did it.

You know how good he always is to people.

Is Mrs. Higgins well now?

- Yes, Your Lordship.

The Missus is better since

the trouble was took off her mind.

My grandfather was very sorry about

your children having the scarlet fever.

You see, Higgins, you people

have all been mistaken about me.

Lord Fauntleroy understands me. If you

want a little reliable information

on the subject of my character, apply to him.

Get into the carriage, Fauntleroy.

You miss your mother very much?

- Yes, sir. I miss her all the time.

You don't miss her, do you?

- I don't know her.

I know and that's what makes me wonder.

She told me not to ask

any questions, and I won't.

Well, you see her almost every day,

don't ye? Isn't that enough?

We used to see each other all the time

and we could tell each other things

without waiting.

Well, don't you ever forget

about her? - No, sir. Never.

I shouldn't forget about you, you know.

If I didn't live with you I should

think about you all the more.

Upon my word I believe you would!

My Dear Mr. Hobbs.

I must tell you about

my grandfather immediately.

It's all a mistake earls being

tyrants. He's not the tyrant.

He has the gout in his

foot and is a great suffer.

He is such a good earl. He reminds

me of you. He is a universal favorite.

Well... Reminds me of you...

Think of that, now. He's known this

earl only a little while, and we...

We was lifetime acquaintances.

I don't know as I want him to be

reminded of me by this earl.

They been usin' influence of

him, I betcha. - You're right.

They got twisty ways, those aristocrats!

They'd wheedle their little finger around

your heart as soon as look at you,

all for their own purposes, mind!

It's a pity they're makin'

an eril outta him. - Yeah...

He would have been a shinin' light in

grocery business, a shinin' light!

You know any particklars 'bout dat

stuff like castles and erils?

No, not much,

except they're haughty and mean.

Sure is a jim-dandy letter he wrote. Almost

as good as seein' him only it ain't o' course.

Aw, he was a plumb-daisy of a kid. I betcha

sometimes he wishes he was back here.

I do.

- You lonely?

Aw, not so bad.

- Where you livin' now?

Me an' two udder fellas, we got a room

in a lodgin' house.

The udder two get drunk and

fightin' but it's cheap.

That's no sort of a place

for a lad like you to be livin'.

Now, look here, I gotta clean,

dry loft over my stable

and there's an old bed you can have.

Why don't you come here and stay?

It won't cost you a cent.

- Chee! D'ya mean dat, Mr. Hobbs?

Why, I certainly do.

- Ya...hoo!!

Chee, Mr. Hobbs! Talking about erils -

you ain't no eril - you're a prince!

Aw, phsaw!

I wonder whether he will

have an American accent.

My dear, won't it be interesting if he

has the Dorincourt eyebrows? - Ha, ha, ha!

When do we see the mother? - I believe she's

supposed to be kept in the background.

Well, Molyneux, is this the boy?

- Yes, Constantia, this is the boy.

Fauntleroy, this is your great-aunt,

Lady Lorridale.

How do you do. Great-Aunt? - How d'ye

do young man? You're like your father.

I loved him more than most

people in this wicked world.

Did you know my father?

- Know him? Of course I did.

Oh, then you must meet Dearest! She will

enormously like to talk to you about him.

You see, I was the only one she could

talk about him to, who knew him.

I was so small when he...

Yes, Fauntleroy, this is your

great-uncle, Sir Harry Lorridale.

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