Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter III
Perhapshe’llwriteandaskyou,whenItellhimaboutyou.You—youwouldn’tmindhisbeinganearl,wouldyou,Imeanyouwouldn’tstayawayjustbecausehewasone,ifheinvitedyoutocome?”
“I’dcometoseeyou,”repliedMr.Hobbs,graciously.
SoitseemedtobeagreedthatifhereceivedapressinginvitationfromtheEarltocomeandspendafewmonthsatDorincourtCastle,hewastolayasidehisrepublicanprejudicesandpackhisvaliseatonce.
Atlastallthepreparationswerecomplete;thedaycamewhenthetrunksweretakentothesteamer,andthehourarrivedwhenthecarriagestoodatthedoor.Thenacuriousfeelingoflonelinesscameuponthelittleboy.Hismammahadbeenshutupinherroomforsometime;whenshecamedownthestairs,hereyeslookedlargeandwet,andhersweetmouthwastrembling.Cedricwenttoher,andshebentdowntohim,andheputhisarmsaroundher,andtheykissedeachother.Heknewsomethingmadethembothsorry,thoughhescarcelyknewwhatitwas;butonetenderlittlethoughtrosetohislips.
“Welikedthislittlehouse,Dearest,didn’twe?”hesaid.“Wealwayswilllikeit,won’twe?”
“Yes—yes,”sheanswered,inalow,sweetvoice.“Yes,darling.”
AndthentheywentintothecarriageandCedricsatveryclosetoher,andasshelookedbackoutofthewindow,helookedatherandstrokedherhandandhelditclose.
