things to happen. It had taken only a few minutes, apparently,
 
to change all the fortunes of the little boy dangling his red legs
 from the high stool in Mr. Hobbs’s store, and to transform him from
 a small boy, living the simplest life in a quiet street, into an English
 nobleman, the heir to an earldom and magnificent wealth. It had
 taken only a few minutes, apparently, to change him from an English
 nobleman into a penniless little impostor, with no right to any of the
 splendors he had been enjoying. And, surprising as it may appear,
 it did not take nearly so long a time as one might have expected, to
 alter the face of everything again and to give back to him all that
 he had been in danger of losing.
 
It took the less time because, after all, the woman who had
 called herself Lady Fauntleroy was not nearly so clever as she was
 wicked; and when she’had been closely pressed by Mr. Havisham’s
 questions about her marriage and her boy, she had made one or two
 blunders which had caused suspicion to be awakened; and then she
 had lost her presence of mind and her temper, and in her excitement
 and anger had betrayed herself still further. All the mistakes she
 made were about her child. ‘There seemed no doubt that she had
 been married to Bevis, Lord Fauntleroy, and had quarreled with
 him and had been paid to keep away from him; but Mr. Havisham
 found out that her story of the boy’s being born in a certain part of
 London was false; and just when they all were in the midst of the