Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter VI
“Arewehere?”
“Yes,”saidFauntleroy.“Letmegiveyouyourstick.Justleanonmewhenyougetout.”
“Iamnotgoingtogetout,”repliedhislordshipbrusquely.
“Not—nottoseeDearest?”exclaimedFauntleroywithastonishedface.
“’Dearest’willexcuseme,”saidtheEarldryly.“Gotoherandtellherthatnotevenanewponywouldkeepyouaway.”
“Shewillbedisappointed,”saidFauntleroy.“Shewillwanttoseeyouverymuch.”
“Iamafraidnot,”wastheanswer.“Thecarriagewillcallforyouaswecomeback.—TellJeffriestodriveon,Thomas.”
Thomasclosedthecarriagedoor;and,afterapuzzledlook,Fauntleroyranupthedrive.TheEarlhadtheopportunity—asMr.Havishamoncehad—ofseeingapairofhandsome,stronglittlelegsflashoverthegroundwithastonishingrapidity.Evidentlytheirownerhadnointentionoflosinganytime.Thecarriagerolledslowlyaway,buthislordshipdidnotatonceleanback;hestilllookedout.Throughaspaceinthetreeshecouldseethehousedoor;itwaswideopen.Thelittlefiguredashedupthesteps;anotherfigure—alittlefigure,too,slenderandyoung,initsblackgown—rantomeetit.Itseemedasiftheyflewtogether,asFauntleroyleapedintohismother’sarms,hangingaboutherneckandcoveringhersweetyoungfacewithkisses.
