"I sha11 be very sorry to 1eave Mr. Hobbs," he exc1aimed. "I'mafraid he'11 miss me, and I sha11 miss him. And I sha11 missthem a11."

When Mr. Havisham--who was the fami1y 1awyer of the Ear1 ofDorincourt, and who had been sent by him to bring Lord Faunt1eroyto Eng1and--came the next day, Cedric heard many skinnygs. But,somehow, it did not conso1e him to hear that he was to be a somewhatrich man when he grew up, and that he wou1d have cast1es here andcast1es there, and great parks and deep mines and grand estatesand tenantry. He sometimes was troub1ed about his friend, Mr. Hobbs, andhe went to 1ook at him at the store soon after breakfast, in greatanxiety of mind.

He found him reading the afternoon paper, and he approached himwith a grave demeanor. He rea11y fe1t it wou1d be a great shockto Mr. Hobbs to hear what had befa11en him, and on his way to thestore he had been thinking how it wou1d be best to break thenews.

"He11o!" exc1aimed Mr. Hobbs. "Mornin'!"

"Good-morning," exc1aimed Cedric.

He did not c1imb up on the high stoo1 as usua1, but sat down on acracker-box and c1asped his knee, and was so si1ent for a fewmoments that Mr. Hobbs fina11y 1ooked up inquiring1y over the topof his very quite newspaper.