Frances Hodgson Burnett,
Little Lord Fauntleroy — Chapter X
(1886)
“ Little Lord Fauntleroy was taking his ease luxuriously. One leg crossed the other and swung over the edge of the sofa; one arm was flung easily above his head; the warm flush of healthful, happy, childish sleep was on his quiet face; his waving tangle of bright hair strayed over the yellow satin cushion. He made a picture well worth looking at.As Mr. Havisham looked at it, he put his hand up and rubbed his shaven chin, with a harassed countenance."Well, Havisham," said the Earl's harsh voice behind him. "What is it? It is evident something has happened. ”
