Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter XI
“Thatgal,”saidDickoneday,“shetookallthegritouto’him.Icouldn’thelpfeelin’sorryforhimsometimes.”
Theyweresittinginthestoredoor-waytogether,andMr.Hobbswasfillinghispipe.
“Heoughtn’tto’vemarried,”hesaidsolemnly,asherosetogetamatch.“Women—Inevercouldseeanyusein’emmyself.”
Ashetookthematchfromitsbox,hestoppedandlookeddownonthecounter.
“Why!”hesaid,“ifhereisn’taletter!Ididn’tseeitbefore.ThepostmanmusthavelaiditdownwhenIwasn’tnoticin’,orthenewspaperslippedoverit.”
Hepickeditupandlookedatitcarefully.
“It’sfromHIM!”heexclaimed.“That’stheveryoneit’sfrom!”
Heforgothispipealtogether.Hewentbacktohischairquiteexcitedandtookhispocket-knifeandopenedtheenvelope.
“Iwonderwhatnewsthereisthistime,”hesaid.
Andthenheunfoldedtheletterandreadasfollows:
“DORINCOURTCASTLE”MydearMr.Hobbs
“Iwritethisinagreathurybecausihavesomethingcuroustotellyouiknowyouwillbeverymutchsuprisedmydearfrendwhenitelyou.
