Frances Hodgson Burnett,
Little Lord Fauntleroy — Chapter VII
(1886)
“ He stood there in the sunlight looking up at the Earl, as Thomas helped that nobleman out, with the most affectionate interest that could be imagined. The instant he could help, he put out his hand and offered his shoulder as if he had been seven feet high. It was plain enough to every one that however it might be with other people, the Earl of Dorincourt struck no terror into the breast of his grandson."Just lean on me," they heard him say. "How glad the people are to see you, and how well they all seem to know you!""Take off your cap, Fauntleroy," said the Earl. "They are bowing to you." ”
