Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter XII
But,ofcourse,itwasMrs.Dibblewhocouldtellthemost,andwhowasmoreindemandthanever.
“An’abadlookoutitis,”shesaid.“An’ifyouweretoaskme,ma’am,Ishouldsayasitwasajudgmentonhimforthewayhe’streatedthatsweetyoungcre’tur’ashepartedfromherchild,—forhe’sgotthatfondofhiman’thatsetonhiman’thatproudofhimashe’sa’mostdrovemadbywhat’shappened.An’what’smore,thisnewone’snolady,ashislittlelordship’smais.She’sabold-faced,black-eyedthing,asMr.Thomassaysnogentlemaninlivery’u’dbemeanhisselftobegaveordersby;andlethercomeintothehouse,hesays,an’hegoesoutofit.An’theboydon’tnomorecomparewiththeotheronethannothin’youcouldmention.An’mercyknowswhat’sgoin’tocomeofitall,an’whereit’stoend,an’youmighthaveknockedmedownwithafeatherwhenJanebroughtthenews.”
InfacttherewasexcitementeverywhereattheCastle:inthelibrary,wheretheEarlandMr.Havishamsatandtalked;intheservants’hall,whereMr.Thomasandthebutlerandtheothermenandwomenservantsgossipedandexclaimedatalltimesoftheday;andinthestables,whereWilkinswentabouthisworkinaquitedepressedstateofmind,andgroomedthebrownponymorebeautifullythanever,andsaidmournfullytothecoachmanthathe“nevertaughtayounggen’lemantorideastooktoitmorenat’ral,orwasabetter-pluckedonethanhewas.Hewasaoneasitweresomepleasuretoridebehind.
