Cedric

It's an honor for me, Cedric.

In a hall, the height of which was greatly disproportioned to its extreme length and width, a long oaken table, formed of planks rough-hewn from the forest, and which had scarcely received any polish, stood ready prepared for the evening meal of Cedric the Saxon.

"It's Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy," answered Cedric. "That's what Mr. Havisham called me. - - -