Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter IX
“Doesit?”answeredFauntleroy.“Howmuchitistobelongtooneperson,andhowbeautiful!”
“Doyouknowthatsomedayitwillallbelongtoyou—thatandagreatdealmore?”
“Tome!”exclaimedFauntleroyinratheranawe-strickenvoice.“When?”
“WhenIamdead,”hisgrandfatheranswered.
“ThenIdon’twantit,”saidFauntleroy;“Iwantyoutolivealways.”
“That’skind,”answeredtheEarlinhisdryway;“nevertheless,somedayitwillallbeyours—somedayyouwillbetheEarlofDorincourt.”
LittleLordFauntleroysatverystillinhissaddleforafewmoments.Helookedoverthebroadmoors,thegreenfarms,thebeautifulcopses,thecottagesinthelanes,theprettyvillage,andoverthetreestowheretheturretsofthegreatcastlerose,grayandstately.Thenhegaveaqueerlittlesigh.
“Whatareyouthinkingof?”askedtheEarl.
“Iamthinking,”repliedFauntleroy,“whatalittleboyIam!andofwhatDearestsaidtome.”
“Whatwasit?”inquiredtheEarl.
“Shesaidthatperhapsitwasnotsoeasytobeveryrich;thatifanyonehadsomanythingsalways,onemightsometimesforgetthateveryoneelsewasnotsofortunate,andthatonewhoisrichshouldalwaysbecarefulandtrytoremember.Iwastalkingtoherabouthowgoodyouwere,andshesaidthatwassuchagoodthing,becauseanearlhadsomuchpower,andifhecaredonlyabouthisownpleasureandneverthoughtaboutthepeoplewholivedonhislands,theymighthavetroublethathecouldhelp—andthereweresomanypeople,anditwouldbesuchahardthing.
