Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Case of Identity
Hesaidthefolkwerenotfitforustoknow,whenallfather’sfriendsweretobethere. AndhesaidthatIhadnothingfittowear,whenIhadmypurpleplushthatIhadneversomuchastakenoutofthedrawer. Atlast,whennothingelsewoulddo,hewentofftoFranceuponthebusinessofthefirm,butwewent,motherandI,withMr.Hardy,whousedtobeourforeman,anditwasthereImetMr.HosmerAngel."
"Isuppose,"saidHolmes,"thatwhenMr.WindibankcamebackfromFrancehewasveryannoyedatyourhavinggonetotheball."
"Oh,well,hewasverygoodaboutit. Helaughed,Iremember,andshruggedhisshoulders,andsaidtherewasnousedenyinganythingtoawoman,forshewouldhaveherway."
"Isee. Thenatthegasfitters’ballyoumet,asIunderstand,agentlemancalledMr.HosmerAngel."
"Yes,sir. Imethimthatnight,andhecallednextdaytoaskifwehadgothomeallsafe,andafterthatwemethim—thatistosay,Mr.Holmes,Imethimtwiceforwalks,butafterthatfathercamebackagain,andMr.HosmerAngelcouldnotcometothehouseanymore."
"No?"
"Well,youknowfatherdidn’tlikeanythingofthesort.Hewouldn’thaveanyvisitorsifhecouldhelpit,andheusedtosaythatawomanshouldbehappyinherownfamilycircle. Butthen,asIusedtosaytomother,awomanwantsherowncircletobeginwith,andIhadnotgotmineyet."
"ButhowaboutMr.HosmerAngel? Didhemakenoattempttoseeyou?"
