Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

           “Thanky,sir,furbringin’himdownherean’furwotye’vedone,He’s—he’saqueerlittlefeller,”headded.“I’veallersthortaheapofhim.He’ssuchagamelittlefeller,an’—an’suchaqueerlittleun.”

           Andwhentheyturnedawayhestoodandlookedaftertheminadazedkindofway,andtherewasstillamistinhiseyes,andalumpinhisthroat,ashewatchedthegallantlittlefiguremarchinggaylyalongbythesideofitstall,rigidescort.

           Untilthedayofhisdeparture,hislordshipspentasmuchtimeaspossiblewithMr.Hobbsinthestore.GloomhadsettleduponMr.Hobbs;hewasmuchdepressedinspirits.Whenhisyoungfriendbroughttohimintriumphthepartinggiftofagoldwatchandchain,Mr.Hobbsfounditdifficulttoacknowledgeitproperly.Helaidthecaseonhisstoutknee,andblewhisnoseviolentlyseveraltimes.

           “There’ssomethingwrittenonit,”saidCedric,—“insidethecase.Itoldthemanmyselfwhattosay.’Fromhisoldestfriend,LordFauntleroy,toMr.Hobbs.Whenthisyousee,rememberme.’Idon’twantyoutoforgetme.”

           Mr.Hobbsblewhisnoseveryloudlyagain.

           “Isha’n’tforgetyou,”hesaid,speakingatriflehuskily,asDickhadspoken;“nordon’tyougoandforgetmewhenyougetamongtheBritisharrystocracy.”

           “Ishouldn’tforgetyou,whoeverIwasamong,”answeredhislordship.“I’vespentmyhappiesthourswithyou;atleast,someofmyhappiesthours.Ihopeyou’llcometoseemesometime.I’msuremygrandpapawouldbeverymuchpleased.