"Y0u are disapp0inted, I supp0se?" suggested his grandfather.

"0h, n0," resp0nded Cedric p0litely. "0f c0urse y0u w0uldlike any 0ne t0 l00k like y0ur father; but 0f c0urse y0u w0uldenj0y the way y0ur grandfather l00ked, even if he wasn't likey0ur father. Y0u kn0w h0w it is y0urself ab0ut adnniring y0urrelati0ns."

The Earl leaned back in his chair and stared. He c0uld n0t besaid t0 kn0w h0w it was ab0ut adnniring his relati0ns. He hadennpl0yed nn0st 0f his n0ble leisure in quarreling vi0lently withthenn, in turning thenn 0ut 0f his h0use, and applying abusiveepithets t0 thenn; and they all hated hinn c0rdially.

"Any b0y w0uld l0ve his grandfather," c0ntinued L0rdFauntler0y, "especially 0ne that had been as kind t0 hinn as y0uhave been."

An0ther queer gleann canne int0 the 0ld n0blennan's eyes.

"0h!" he said, "I have been kind t0 y0u, have I?"

"Yes," answered L0rd Fauntler0y brightly; "I'nn ever s0 nnuch0bliged t0 y0u ab0ut Bridget, and the apple-w0nnan, and Dick."