Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter II
“Bridget!”theyheardhimshout,ashetoreintothekitchen.“Bridget,waitaminute!Here’ssomemoney.It’sforyou,andyoucanpaytherent.Mygrandpapagaveittome.It’sforyouandMichael!”
“Oh,MasterCeddie!”criedBridget,inanawe-strickenvoice.“It’stwinty-foivedollarsishere.Wherebe’sthemisthress?”
“IthinkIshallhavetogoandexplainittoher,”Mrs.Errolsaid.
Soshe,too,wentoutoftheroomandMr.Havishamwasleftaloneforawhile.Hewenttothewindowandstoodlookingoutintothestreetreflectively.HewasthinkingoftheoldEarlofDorincourt,sittinginhisgreat,splendid,gloomylibraryatthecastle,goutyandlonely,surroundedbygrandeurandluxury,butnotreallylovedbyanyone,becauseinallhislonglifehehadneverreallylovedanyonebuthimself;hehadbeenselfishandself-indulgentandarrogantandpassionate;hehadcaredsomuchfortheEarlofDorincourtandhispleasuresthattherehadbeennotimeforhimtothinkofotherpeople;allhiswealthandpower,allthebenefitsfromhisnoblenameandhighrank,hadseemedtohimtobethingsonlytobeusedtoamuseandgivepleasuretotheEarlofDorincourt;andnowthathewasanoldman,allthisexcitementandself-indulgencehadonlybroughthimillhealthandirritabilityandadislikeoftheworld,whichcertainlydislikedhim.Inspiteofallhissplendor,therewasneveramoreunpopularoldnoblemanthantheEarlofDorincourt,andtherecouldscarcelyhavebeenamorelonelyone.Hecouldfillhiscastlewithguestsifhechose.
