Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter XIV
Ifyoudon’twanttobelockedup,youreallymustbehaveyourself.”
Andtherewassomethingsoverybusiness-likeinhistonesthat,probablyfeelingthatthesafestthingshecoulddowouldbetogetoutoftheway,shegavehimonesavagelookanddashedpasthimintothenextroomandslammedthedoor.
“Weshallhavenomoretroublewithher,”saidMr.Havisham.
Andhewasright;forthatverynightshelefttheDorincourtArmsandtookthetraintoLondon,andwasseennomore.
WhentheEarllefttheroomaftertheinterview,hewentatoncetohiscarriage.
“ToCourtLodge,”hesaidtoThomas.
“ToCourtLodge,”saidThomastothecoachmanashemountedthebox;“an’youmaydependonit,thingsaretakingauniggspectedturn.”
WhenthecarriagestoppedatCourtLodge,Cedricwasinthedrawing-roomwithhismother.
TheEarlcameinwithoutbeingannounced.Helookedaninchorsotaller,andagreatmanyyearsyounger.Hisdeepeyesflashed.
“Where,”hesaid,“isLordFauntleroy?”
Mrs.Errolcameforward,aflushrisingtohercheek.
“IsitLordFauntleroy?”sheasked.“Isit,indeed!”
TheEarlputouthishandandgraspedhers.
“Yes,”heanswered,“itis.”
ThenheputhisotherhandonCedric’sshoulder.
“Fauntleroy,”hesaidinhisunceremonious,authoritativeway,“askyourmotherwhenshewillcometousattheCastle.”
Fauntleroyflunghisarmsaroundhismother’sneck.
“Tolivewithus!”hecried.“Tolivewithusalways!”
TheEarllookedatMrs.Errol,andMrs.ErrollookedattheEarl.
Hislordshipwasentirelyinearnest
