Спогади Шерлока Холмса
The Resident Patient
WhenamomentlaterIsawyoureyeswanderawayfromthepicture,IsuspectedthatyourmindhadnowturnedtotheCivilWar,andwhenIobservedthatyourlipsset,youreyessparkled,andyourhandsclinched,Iwaspositivethatyouwereindeedthinkingofthegallantrywhichwasshownbybothsidesinthatdesperatestruggle.Butthen,again,yourfacegrewsadder;youshookyourhead.Youweredwellinguponthesadnessandhorroranduselesswasteoflife.Yourhandstoletowardsyourownoldwound,andasmilequiveredonyourlips,whichshowedmethattheridiculoussideofthismethodofsettlinginternationalquestionshadforceditselfuponyourmind.AtthispointIagreedwithyouthatitwaspreposterous,andwasgladtofindthatallmydeductionshadbeencorrect.
"Absolutely!"saidI."Andnowthatyouhaveexplainedit,IconfessthatIamasamazedasbefore."
"Itwasverysuperficial,mydearWatson,Iassureyou.Ishouldnothaveintrudedituponyourattentionhadyounotshownsomeincredulitytheotherday.Buttheeveninghasbroughtabreezewithit.WhatdoyousaytoaramblethroughLondon?"
Iwaswearyofourlittlesitting-roomandgladlyacquiesced.Forthreehourswestrolledabouttogether,watchingtheeverchangingkaleidoscopeoflifeasitebbsandflowsthroughFleetStreetandtheStrand.Hischaracteristictalk,withitskeenobservanceofdetailandsubtlepowerofinference,heldmeamusedandenthralled.Itwasteno’clockbeforewereachedBakerStreetagain.
