Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter X
Havishamturnedfromhisplacebythefire,andsteppednearerthesofa,wherehestoodlookingdownatthesleepingoccupant.LittleLordFauntleroywastakinghiseaseluxuriously.Onelegcrossedtheotherandswungovertheedgeofthesofa;onearmwasflungeasilyabovehishead;thewarmflushofhealthful,happy,childishsleepwasonhisquietface;hiswavingtangleofbrighthairstrayedovertheyellowsatincushion.Hemadeapicturewellworthlookingat.
AsMr.Havishamlookedatit,heputhishandupandrubbedhisshavenchin,withaharassedcountenance.
“Well,Havisham,”saidtheEarl’sharshvoicebehindhim.“Whatisit?Itisevidentsomethinghashappened.Whatwastheextraordinaryevent,ifImayask?”
Mr.Havishamturnedfromthesofa,stillrubbinghischin.
“Itwasbadnews,”heanswered,“distressingnews,mylord—theworstofnews.Iamsorrytobethebearerofit.”
TheEarlhadbeenuneasyforsometimeduringtheevening,asheglancedatMr.Havisham,andwhenhewasuneasyhewasalwaysill-tempered.
“Whydoyoulooksoattheboy!”heexclaimedirritably.“Youhavebeenlookingathimalltheeveningasif—Seeherenow,whyshouldyoulookattheboy,Havisham,andhangoverhimlikesomebirdofill-omen!WhathasyournewstodowithLordFauntleroy?”
“Mylord,”saidMr.Havisham,“Iwillwastenowords.MynewshaseverythingtodowithLordFauntleroy.Andifwearetobelieveit—itisnotLordFauntleroywholiessleepingbeforeus,butonlythesonofCaptainErrol.
