Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter II
Helovedhishomeverymuch;andtherearemanythingstobethoughtofthatalittleboycan’tquiteunderstand.IshouldbeaselfishlittlemotherifIdidnotsendyou.Whenyouareaman,youwillseewhy.”
Ceddieshookhisheadmournfully.
“IshallbeverysorrytoleaveMr.Hobbs,”hesaid.“I’mafraidhe’llmissme,andIshallmisshim.AndIshallmissthemall.”
WhenMr.Havisham—whowasthefamilylawyeroftheEarlofDorincourt,andwhohadbeensentbyhimtobringLordFauntleroytoEngland—camethenextday,Cedricheardmanythings.But,somehow,itdidnotconsolehimtohearthathewastobeaveryrichmanwhenhegrewup,andthathewouldhavecastleshereandcastlesthere,andgreatparksanddeepminesandgrandestatesandtenantry.Hewastroubledabouthisfriend,Mr.Hobbs,andhewenttoseehimatthestoresoonafterbreakfast,ingreatanxietyofmind.
Hefoundhimreadingthemorningpaper,andheapproachedhimwithagravedemeanor.HereallyfeltitwouldbeagreatshocktoMr.Hobbstohearwhathadbefallenhim,andonhiswaytothestorehehadbeenthinkinghowitwouldbebesttobreakthenews.
“Hello!”saidMr.Hobbs.“Mornin’!”
“Good-morning,”saidCedric.
Hedidnotclimbuponthehighstoolasusual,butsatdownonacracker-boxandclaspedhisknee,andwassosilentforafewmomentsthatMr.Hobbsfinallylookedupinquiringlyoverthetopofhisnewspaper.
“Hello!”hesaidagain.
Cedricgatheredallhisstrengthofmindtogether.
“Mr.
