Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter III
IlostthepaperwhenIwastryin’togetthroughthemfellersdownstairs.Theydidn’twanttoletmeup.It’sahankercher.”
Hepoureditallforthasifinonesentence.Abellrang,andhemadealeapawaybeforeCedrichadtimetospeak.
“Good-bye!”hepanted.“Wearitwhenyegetamongtheswells.”Andhedartedoffandwasgone.
Afewsecondslatertheysawhimstrugglethroughthecrowdonthelowerdeck,andrushonshorejustbeforethegang-plankwasdrawnin.Hestoodonthewharfandwavedhiscap.
Cedricheldthehandkerchiefinhishand.Itwasofbrightredsilkornamentedwithpurplehorseshoesandhorses’heads.
Therewasagreatstrainingandcreakingandconfusion.Thepeopleonthewharfbegantoshouttotheirfriends,andthepeopleonthesteamershoutedback:
“Good-bye!Good-bye!Good-bye,oldfellow!”Everyoneseemedtobesaying,“Don’tforgetus.WritewhenyougettoLiverpool.Good-bye!Good-bye!”
LittleLordFauntleroyleanedforwardandwavedtheredhandkerchief.
“Good-bye,Dick!”heshouted,lustily.“Thankyou!Good-bye,Dick!”
Andthebigsteamermovedaway,andthepeoplecheeredagain,andCedric’smotherdrewtheveiloverhereyes,andontheshoretherewasleftgreatconfusion;butDicksawnothingsavethatbright,childishfaceandthebrighthairthatthesunshoneonandthebreezelifted,andheheardnothingbuttheheartychildishvoicecalling“Good-bye,Dick!”aslittleLordFauntleroysteamedslowlyawayfromthehomeofhisbirthtotheunknownlandofhisancestors.
