Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

           Hecouldgivegreatdinnersandsplendidhuntingparties;butheknewthatinsecretthepeoplewhowouldaccepthisinvitationswereafraidofhisfrowningoldfaceandsarcastic,bitingspeeches.Hehadacrueltongueandabitternature,andhetookpleasureinsneeringatpeopleandmakingthemfeeluncomfortable,whenhehadthepowertodoso,becausetheyweresensitiveorproudortimid.

           Mr.Havishamknewhishard,fiercewaysbyheart,andhewasthinkingofhimashelookedoutofthewindowintothenarrow,quietstreet.Andthereroseinhismind,insharpcontrast,thepictureofthecheery,handsomelittlefellowsittinginthebigchairandtellinghisstoryofhisfriends,Dickandtheapple-woman,inhisgenerous,innocent,honestway.Andhethoughtoftheimmenseincome,thebeautiful,majesticestates,thewealth,andpowerforgoodorevil,whichinthecourseoftimewouldlieinthesmall,chubbyhandslittleLordFauntleroythrustsodeepintohispockets.

           “Itwillmakeagreatdifference,”hesaidtohimself.“Itwillmakeagreatdifference.”

           Cedricandhismothercamebacksoonafter.Cedricwasinhighspirits.Hesatdowninhisownchair,betweenhismotherandthelawyer,andfellintooneofhisquaintattitudes,withhishandsonhisknees.HewasglowingwithenjoymentofBridget’sreliefandrapture.

           “Shecried!”hesaid.“Shesaidshewascryingforjoy!Ineversawanyonecryforjoybefore.Mygrandpapamustbeaverygoodman.Ididn’tknowhewassogoodaman.It’smore—moreagreeablertobeanearlthanIthoughtitwas