Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

Chapter II

           Hobbs,”hesaid,“doyourememberwhatweweretalkingaboutyesterdaymorning?”

           “Well,”repliedMr.Hobbs,—“seemstomeitwasEngland.”

           “Yes,”saidCedric;“butjustwhenMarycameforme,youknow?”

           Mr.Hobbsrubbedthebackofhishead.

           “WeWASmentioningQueenVictoriaandthearistocracy.”

           “Yes,”saidCedric,ratherhesitatingly,“and—andearls;don’tyouknow?”

           “Why,yes,”returnedMr.Hobbs;“weDIDtouch’emupalittle;that’sso!”

           Cedricflusheduptothecurlybangonhisforehead.Nothingsoembarrassingasthishadeverhappenedtohiminhislife.HewasalittleafraidthatitmightbeatrifleembarrassingtoMr.Hobbs,too.

           “Yousaid,”heproceeded,“thatyouwouldn’thavethemsitting’roundonyourcracker-barrels.”

           “SoIdid!”returnedMr.Hobbs,stoutly.“AndImeantit.Let’emtryit—that’sall!”

           “Mr.Hobbs,”saidCedric,“oneissittingonthisboxnow!”

           Mr.Hobbsalmostjumpedoutofhischair.

           “What!”heexclaimed.

           “Yes,”Cedricannounced,withduemodesty;“Iamone—orIamgoingtobe.Iwon’tdeceiveyou.”

           Mr.Hobbslookedagitated.Heroseupsuddenlyandwenttolookatthethermometer.

           “Themercury’sgotintoyourhead!”heexclaimed,turningbacktoexaminehisyoungfriend’scountenance.“ItISahotday!Howdoyoufeel?Gotanypain?Whendidyoubegintofeelthatway?”

           Heputhisbighandonthelittleboy’shair.Thiswasmoreembarrassingthanever.

           “Thankyou,”saidCeddie;“I’mallright.Thereisnothingthematterwithmyhead.

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