Little Lord Fauntleroy Page #9

- Maybe she did - maybe she didn't.

We'd oughta do somethin' about it.

- You're dead right, we'd oughta!

But we gotta get the proper advice.

- Chee, I wisht I knew Alderman Moiphy.

I know Alderman Moiphy.

Ya do? - Yeah, come along,

let's go right now!

Them earls! They've always had a spite

against us Americans ever since the revolution!

What a place! What a hole!

I'm sick to death of it!

Cooped up here week in and week out

with nobody to talk to!

You're complimentary!

- I wasn't meaning to be! - I'm grateful.

You're getting your money, aren't you?

- Business is business, you know.

Business! I'm sick of business! I want

some fun! - Why don't you go to London?

London? Not on your tintype!

Nothing would please that old devil at

the castle better than to see me clear out.

Well, I'll stay here... here in this

rotten country pub if I...

You've lived in worse places, I've no

doubt! - That's none of your business!

You keep a civil tongue or I'll hand you

your walking papers! - I wouldn't.

What do you mean? - Just what I said.

I wouldn't try anything like that, Minna.

I'm Lady Fauntleroy, to you!

- Ha, ha.

Come in!

Why, it's Lord Dorincourt!

Why, this is a pleasure, a real

pleasure, I'm sure. Won't you take a...

Hello, Minna.

Why, hello, Dick.

Why, Ben. What are you doing here?

Where have you been all this time?

You knew her? - Funny, if he didn't...

seein' how he was my second husband.

Where is the child? - What child?

- You know, our boy, Tom.

Oh, Ben, but you know...

You must have heard...

Someone must have told you.

- Told me what?

It was pneumonia. Only three days

and he was gone. It broke my heart.

I meant to write.

I didn't know where you were.

If that's true, who is this

boy you've got with you?

That's none of your business, Ben Tipton!

Can I see him? - You can't! - Tell us why

Mr. Tipton should not see your boy?

Oh, hello, Uncle Dick.

Well, I'll be jiggered!

Mom, honest, I'm sorry...

- Shut up!

You're a dirty pair, comin' to spy on me!

Tryin' to do me hurt!

I'll have the law on ya

for houndin' me, you... you... you...

Silence!

Come here, Tom.

I knew nothing, my lord, I assure you!

There's a little matter of a forged birth

certificate. - But I swear to you!

Never mind, Havisham.

I've had enough of this - too much!

The sooner you are out

of this country, the better!

Come on, Havisham. - You'll be sorry - you will!

It's prosecution, that's what it is - it's robbery!

The Earl of Dorincourt and Ceddie requests

the pleasure of Mr. Silas Hobbs company

on the eleventh of May at

8 p.m. at Dorincourt Castle

of the occasion of the tenth birthday

of his grandson Lord Fauntleroy.

This will be somewhat in the manner

of a museum, my lord?

Not exactly a museum, Mr. Hobbs.

They are portraits of my ancestors.

Your aunt's sisters!["ancestors"] All of them?

Well, I'll be jiggered! Your great-uncle,

he must have had a family!

Did he raise 'em all?

Ah, you mean that they were early

distinguished members of the family.

Do you know, earl, I used to have a very

poor opinion of your aristocracy,

but I've changed. Take you, for instance,

you're a good sort, even if you are an earl!

I'm very gratified.

A bit gay, wasn't he? - Yes, that's why

I have the gout, Mr. Hobbs.

Oh!

And they was all earls! And Ceddie's

goin' to be one and own all this!

And he'll be worthy of it, Mr. Hobbs.

- Sure he will.

All these earls!

Do you know, I wouldn't have

minded bein' one myself! - Hmm!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech!

Thank you very much.

It's such a lovely day. I always like having

birthdays, but never one so much as this,

because you're all so kind to me.

My grandfather wants everybody to be

happy and comfortable

and I'll want it too when I'm grown up.

I think that's all, because I'm not very

good of making speeches.

But I must say that I'm very much obliged

to you for liking my birthday.

Ripping little nipper!

- Ain't he a daisy?

I'll bet you boids elect him king some day!

I didn't know the little feller

could talk so good.

He makes a better speech than

Alderman Murphy - by Jove.

Ugh, well, I'll be jiggered!

And I've another birthday present for you.

Another one, besides all the things this

morning? - Yes, the best of them all.

Oh, Dearest!

Oh, Dearest!

Oh, Dearest, I was wanting you here!

I was wanting you here so terribly much!

Were you, darling?

Fauntleroy, your mother has

come to live in the castle.

To live with us, to live with us for always?

- Are you sure you really want me?

We always wanted you, but we

weren't exactly aware of it.

Well, Mr. Hobbs, it's so nice

having you here with us.

I dread to think of you

going back to America.

Not to live there!

America's a good enough country for

them that's young and stirrin',

but there's faults in it! There's not an

aunt's sister among 'em, nor an earl!

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