Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter X
Thenallthegentlemenlaughedoutright,andtheyoungladylaughedalittletoo,andtherosecolorinhercheeksbrightened.
“Ah,Fauntleroy,”saidoneofthegentlemenwhohadlaughedmostheartily,“makethemostofyourtime!Whenyouareolderyouwillnothavethecouragetosaythat.”
“Butnobodycouldhelpsayingit,”saidFauntleroysweetly.“Couldyouhelpit?Don’tYOUthinksheispretty,too?”
“Wearenotallowedtosaywhatwethink,”saidthegentleman,whiletherestlaughedmorethanever.
Butthebeautifulyounglady—hernamewasMissVivianHerbert—putoutherhandanddrewCedrictoherside,lookingprettierthanbefore,ifpossible.
“LordFauntleroyshallsaywhathethinks,”shesaid;“andIammuchobligedtohim.Iamsurehethinkswhathesays.”Andshekissedhimonhischeek.
“IthinkyouareprettierthananyoneIeversaw,”saidFauntleroy,lookingatherwithinnocent,admiringeyes,“exceptDearest.Ofcourse,Icouldn’tthinkanyoneQUITEasprettyasDearest.Ithinksheistheprettiestpersonintheworld.”
“Iamsuresheis,”saidMissVivianHerbert.Andshelaughedandkissedhischeekagain.
Shekepthimbyhersideagreatpartoftheevening,andthegroupofwhichtheywerethecenterwasverygay.Hedidnotknowhowithappened,butbeforelonghewastellingthemallaboutAmerica,andtheRepublicanRally,andMr.HobbsandDick,andintheendheproudlyproducedfromhispocketDick’spartinggift,—theredsilkhandkerchief.
“Iputitinmypocketto-nightbecauseitwasaparty,”hesaid.
