Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

Chapter I

           

           “Comehome,darlint,”shesaid;“themisthressiswantin’yez.”

           Cedricslippeddownfromhisstool.

           “Doesshewantmetogooutwithher,Mary?”heasked.“Good-morning,Mr.Hobbs.I’llseeyouagain.”

           HewassurprisedtoseeMarystaringathiminadumfoundedfashion,andhewonderedwhyshekeptshakingherhead.

           “What’sthematter,Mary?”hesaid.“Isitthehotweather?”

           “No,”saidMary;“butthere’sstrangethingshappenin’tous.”

           “HasthesungivenDearestaheadache?”heinquiredanxiously.

           Butitwasnotthat.Whenhereachedhisownhousetherewasacoupestandingbeforethedoorandsomeonewasinthelittleparlortalkingtohismamma.Maryhurriedhimupstairsandputonhisbestsummersuitofcream-coloredflannel,withtheredscarfaroundhiswaist,andcombedouthiscurlylocks.

           “Lords,isit?”heheardhersay.“An’thenobilityan’gintry.Och!badcesstothem!Lords,indade—worseluck.”

           Itwasreallyverypuzzling,buthefeltsurehismammawouldtellhimwhatalltheexcitementmeant,soheallowedMarytobemoanherselfwithoutaskingmanyquestions.Whenhewasdressed,herandownstairsandwentintotheparlor.Atall,thinoldgentlemanwithasharpfacewassittinginanarm-chair.Hismotherwasstandingnearbywithapaleface,andhesawthatthereweretearsinhereyes.

           “Oh!Ceddie!”shecriedout,andrantoherlittleboyandcaughthiminherarmsandkissedhiminafrightened,troubledway.“Oh!Ceddie,darling!”

           ThetalloldgentlemanrosefromhischairandlookedatCedricwithhissharpeyes

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