Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter II
Hecouldgivegreatdinnersandsplendidhuntingparties;butheknewthatinsecretthepeoplewhowouldaccepthisinvitationswereafraidofhisfrowningoldfaceandsarcastic,bitingspeeches.Hehadacrueltongueandabitternature,andhetookpleasureinsneeringatpeopleandmakingthemfeeluncomfortable,whenhehadthepowertodoso,becausetheyweresensitiveorproudortimid.
Mr.Havishamknewhishard,fiercewaysbyheart,andhewasthinkingofhimashelookedoutofthewindowintothenarrow,quietstreet.Andthereroseinhismind,insharpcontrast,thepictureofthecheery,handsomelittlefellowsittinginthebigchairandtellinghisstoryofhisfriends,Dickandtheapple-woman,inhisgenerous,innocent,honestway.Andhethoughtoftheimmenseincome,thebeautiful,majesticestates,thewealth,andpowerforgoodorevil,whichinthecourseoftimewouldlieinthesmall,chubbyhandslittleLordFauntleroythrustsodeepintohispockets.
“Itwillmakeagreatdifference,”hesaidtohimself.“Itwillmakeagreatdifference.”
Cedricandhismothercamebacksoonafter.Cedricwasinhighspirits.Hesatdowninhisownchair,betweenhismotherandthelawyer,andfellintooneofhisquaintattitudes,withhishandsonhisknees.HewasglowingwithenjoymentofBridget’sreliefandrapture.
“Shecried!”hesaid.“Shesaidshewascryingforjoy!Ineversawanyonecryforjoybefore.Mygrandpapamustbeaverygoodman.Ididn’tknowhewassogoodaman.It’smore—moreagreeablertobeanearlthanIthoughtitwas