Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter XI
HavishamtalkedtoherithinkshewasangryshetalkedloudandmygrandfartherwasangrytooineversawhimangrybeforeiwishitdidnotmakethemallmadithortiwouldtellyouandDickrightawaybecausyouwouldbeintrustedsonomoreatpresentwithlovefrom
“youroldfrend
“CEDRICERROL(NotlordFauntleroy).”
Mr.Hobbsfellbackinhischair,theletterdroppedonhisknee,hispen-knifeslippedtothefloor,andsodidtheenvelope.
“Well!”heejaculated,“Iamjiggered!”
Hewassodumfoundedthatheactuallychangedhisexclamation.Ithadalwaysbeenhishabittosay,“IWILLbejiggered,”butthistimehesaid,“IAMjiggered.”PerhapshereallyWASjiggered.Thereisnoknowing.
“Well,”saidDick,“thewholething’sbustup,hasn’tit?”
“Bust!”saidMr.Hobbs.“It’smyopinionit’saput-upjobo’theBritishristycratstorobhimofhisrightsbecausehe’sanAmerican.They’vehadaspiteaginuseversincetheRevolution,an’they’retakin’itoutonhim.Itoldyouhewasn’tsafe,an’seewhat’shappened!Likeasnot,thewholegover’ment’sgottogethertorobhimofhislawfulownin’s.”
Hewasverymuchagitated.Hehadnotapprovedofthechangeinhisyoungfriend’scircumstancesatfirst,butlatelyhehadbecomemorereconciledtoit,andafterthereceiptofCedric’sletterhehadperhapsevenfeltsomesecretprideinhisyoungfriend’smagnificence
