Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

Chapter V

           

           TheEarlknittedhisbrows;hedidnotwishtoseethepicture,buthelookedatitinspiteofhimself;andtherelookedupathimfromitsuchaprettyyoungface—afacesolikethechild’sathisside—thatitquitestartledhim.

           “Isupposeyouthinkyouareveryfondofher,”hesaid.

           “Yes,”answeredLordFauntleroy,inagentletone,andwithsimpledirectness;“Idothinkso,andIthinkit’strue.Yousee,Mr.Hobbswasmyfriend,andDickandBridgetandMaryandMichael,theyweremyfriends,too;butDearest—well,sheismyCLOSEfriend,andwealwaystelleachothereverything.Myfatherlefthertometotakecareof,andwhenIamamanIamgoingtoworkandearnmoneyforher.”

           “Whatdoyouthinkofdoing?”inquiredhisgrandfather.

           Hisyounglordshipslippeddownuponthehearth-rug,andsattherewiththepicturestillinhishand.Heseemedtobereflectingseriously,beforeheanswered.

           “IdidthinkperhapsImightgointobusinesswithMr.Hobbs,”hesaid;“butIshouldLIKEtobeaPresident.”

           “We’llsendyoutotheHouseofLordsinstead,”saidhisgrandfather.

           “Well,”remarkedLordFauntleroy,“ifICOULDN’TbeaPresident,andifthatisagoodbusiness,Ishouldn’tmind.Thegrocerybusinessisdullsometimes.”

           Perhapshewasweighingthematterinhismind,forhesatveryquietafterthis,andlookedatthefireforsometime.

           TheEarldidnotspeakagain.Heleanedbackinhischairandwatchedhim.Agreatmanystrangenewthoughtspassedthroughtheoldnobleman’smind

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