Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter VI
“Youseeit’stwoout!”
AndtherewastheEarl’schair,andthegout-stool,andhisfootonit;andbyhimasmalltableandagameonit;andquiteclosetohim,actuallyleaningagainsthisarmandhisungoutyknee,wasalittleboywithfaceglowing,andeyesdancingwithexcitement.“It’stwoout!”thelittlestrangercried.“Youhadn’tanyluckthattime,hadyou?”—Andthentheybothrecognizedatoncethatsomeonehadcomein.
TheEarlglancedaround,knittinghisshaggyeyebrowsashehadatrickofdoing,andwhenhesawwhoitwas,Mr.Mordauntwasstillmoresurprisedtoseethathelookedevenlessdisagreeablethanusualinsteadofmoreso.Infact,helookedalmostasifhehadforgottenforthemomenthowdisagreeablehewas,andhowunpleasanthereallycouldmakehimselfwhenhetried.
“Ah!”hesaid,inhisharshvoice,butgivinghishandrathergraciously.“Good-morning,Mordaunt.I’vefoundanewemployment,yousee.”
HeputhisotherhandonCedric’sshoulder,—perhapsdeepdowninhishearttherewasastirofgratifiedpridethatitwassuchanheirhehadtopresent;therewasasparkofsomethinglikepleasureinhiseyesashemovedtheboyslightlyforward.
“ThisisthenewLordFauntleroy,”hesaid.“Fauntleroy,thisisMr.Mordaunt,therectoroftheparish.”
Fauntleroylookedupatthegentlemanintheclericalgarments,andgavehimhishand.
“Iamverygladtomakeyouracquaintance,sir,”hesaid,rememberingthewordshehadheardMr.Hobbsuseononeortwooccasionswhenhehadbeengreetinganewcustomerwithceremony.
