Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter X
AssheshookhandswiththeEarl,shecalledhimbythenameshehadnotusedsincehergirlhood.
“What,Molyneux!”shesaid,“isthisthechild?”
“Yes,Constantia,”answeredtheEarl,“thisistheboy.Fauntleroy,thisisyourgrand-aunt,LadyLorridaile.”
“Howdoyoudo,Grand-Aunt?”saidFauntleroy.
LadyLorridaileputherhandonhisshoulders,andafterlookingdownintohisupraisedfaceafewseconds,kissedhimwarmly.
“IamyourAuntConstantia,”shesaid,“andIlovedyourpoorpapa,andyouareverylikehim.”
“ItmakesmegladwhenIamtoldIamlikehim,”answeredFauntleroy,“becauseitseemsasifeveryonelikedhim,—justlikeDearest,eszackly,—AuntConstantia”(addingthetwowordsafterasecond’spause).
LadyLorridailewasdelighted.Shebentandkissedhimagain,andfromthatmomenttheywerewarmfriends.
“Well,Molyneux,”shesaidasidetotheEarlafterward,“itcouldnotpossiblybebetterthanthis!”
“Ithinknot,”answeredhislordshipdryly.“Heisafinelittlefellow.Wearegreatfriends.Hebelievesmetobethemostcharmingandsweet-temperedofphilanthropists.Iwillconfesstoyou,Constantia,—asyouwouldfinditoutifIdidnot,—thatIaminsomeslightdangerofbecomingratheranoldfoolabouthim.”
“Whatdoeshismotherthinkofyou?”askedLadyLorridaile,withherusualstraightforwardness.
“Ihavenotaskedher,”answeredtheEarl,slightlyscowling.
