Таинственный сад
XXVII. In The Garden
Well,sir,justwithoutwarning—notlongafteroneofhisworsttantrumshesuddenlyinsistedonbeingtakenouteverydaybyMissMaryandSusanSowerby’sboyDickonthatcouldpushhischair.HetookafancytobothMissMaryandDickon,andDickonbroughthistameanimals,and,ifyou’llcreditit,sir,outofdoorshewillstayfrommorninguntilnight.”
“Howdoeshelook?”wasthenextquestion.
“Ifhetookhisfoodnatural,sir,you’dthinkhewasputtingonflesh—butwe’reafraiditmaybeasortofbloat.Helaughssometimesinaqueerwaywhenhe’salonewithMissMary.Heneverusedtolaughatall.Dr.Craveniscomingtoseeyouatonce,ifyou’llallowhim.Heneverwasaspuzzledinhislife.”
“WhereisMasterColinnow?”Mr.Cravenasked.
“Inthegarden,sir.He’salwaysinthegarden—thoughnotahumancreatureisallowedtogonearforfearthey’lllookathim.”
Mr.Cravenscarcelyheardherlastwords.
“Inthegarden,”hesaid,andafterhehadsentMrs.Medlockawayhestoodandrepeateditagainandagain.“Inthegarden!”
Hehadtomakeanefforttobringhimselfbacktotheplacehewasstandinginandwhenhefelthewasonearthagainheturnedandwentoutoftheroom.Hetookhisway,asMaryhaddone,throughthedoorintheshrubberyandamongthelaurelsandthefountainbeds.Thefountainwasplayingnowandwasencircledbybedsofbrilliantautumnflowers.HecrossedthelawnandturnedintotheLongWalkbytheiviedwalls.Hedidnotwalkquickly,butslowly,andhiseyeswereonthepath.
