Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter VII
Theinstanthecouldhelp,heputouthishandandofferedhisshoulderasifhehadbeensevenfeethigh.Itwasplainenoughtoeveryonethathoweveritmightbewithotherpeople,theEarlofDorincourtstrucknoterrorintothebreastofhisgrandson.
“Justleanonme,”theyheardhimsay.“Howgladthepeoplearetoseeyou,andhowwelltheyallseemtoknowyou!”
“Takeoffyourcap,Fauntleroy,”saidtheEarl.“Theyarebowingtoyou.”
“Tome!”criedFauntleroy,whippingoffhiscapinamoment,baringhisbrightheadtothecrowdandturningshining,puzzledeyesonthemashetriedtobowtoeveryoneatonce.
“Godblessyourlordship!”saidthecourtesying,red-cloakedoldwomanwhohadspokentohismother;“longlifetoyou!”
“Thankyou,ma’am,”saidFauntleroy.Andthentheywentintothechurch,andwerelookedatthere,ontheirwayuptheaisletothesquare,red-cushionedandcurtainedpew.WhenFauntleroywasfairlyseated,hemadetwodiscoverieswhichpleasedhim:thefirstthat,acrossthechurchwherehecouldlookather,hismothersatandsmiledathim;thesecond,thatatoneendofthepew,againstthewall,knelttwoquaintfigurescarveninstone,facingeachotherastheykneeledoneithersideofapillarsupportingtwostonemissals,theirpointedhandsfoldedasifinprayer,theirdressveryantiqueandstrange.Onthetabletbythemwaswrittensomethingofwhichhecouldonlyreadthecuriouswords:
“HerelyethyebodyeofGregoryeArthureFyrstEarleofDorincourtAllsoeofAlisoneHildegardehyswyfe.
