Маленька принцеса
It Is the Child!
TheRussianswereabletogivemeeverydetail."
HowweariedandmiserabletheIndiangentlemanlooked!HishanddroppedfromMr.Carmichael’s.
"Thenthesearchhastobebegunoveragain,"hesaid."Thatisall.Pleasesitdown."
Mr.Carmichaeltookaseat.Somehow,hehadgraduallygrownfondofthisunhappyman.Hewashimselfsowellandhappy,andsosurroundedbycheerfulnessandlove,thatdesolationandbrokenhealthseemedpitifullyunbearablethings.Iftherehadbeenthesoundofjustonegaylittlehigh-pitchedvoiceinthehouse,itwouldhavebeensomuchlessforlorn.Andthatamanshouldbecompelledtocarryaboutinhisbreastthethoughtthathehadseemedtowronganddesertachildwasnotathingonecouldface.
"Come,come,"hesaidinhischeeryvoice;"we’llfindheryet."
"Wemustbeginatonce.Notimemustbelost,"Mr.Carrisfordfretted."Haveyouanynewsuggestiontomake—anywhatsoever?"
Mr.Carmichaelfeltratherrestless,andheroseandbegantopacetheroomwithathoughtful,thoughuncertainface.
"Well,perhaps,"hesaid."Idon’tknowwhatitmaybeworth.Thefactis,anideaoccurredtomeasIwasthinkingthethingoverinthetrainonthejourneyfromDover."
"Whatwasit?Ifsheisalive,sheissomewhere."
"Yes;sheisSOMEWHERE.WehavesearchedtheschoolsinParis.LetusgiveupParisandbegininLondon.Thatwasmyidea—tosearchLondon."
"ThereareschoolsenoughinLondon,"saidMr.Carrisford.Thenheslightlystarted,rousedbyarecollection.
