Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter IV
“Idonotreallyneedthemoney,andwhyshouldIacceptluxuriesfromthemanwhohatesmesomuchthathetakesmylittleboyfromme—hisson’schild?”
Mr.Havishamlookedreflectiveforafewmoments.
“Iwilldeliveryourmessage,”hesaidafterward.
Andthenthedinnerwasbroughtinandtheysatdowntogether,thebigcattakingaseatonachairnearCedric’sandpurringmajesticallythroughoutthemeal.
When,laterintheevening,Mr.HavishampresentedhimselfattheCastle,hewastakenatoncetotheEarl.Hefoundhimsittingbythefireinaluxuriouseasy-chair,hisfootonagout-stool.Helookedatthelawyersharplyfromunderhisshaggyeyebrows,butMr.Havishamcouldseethat,inspiteofhispretenseatcalmness,hewasnervousandsecretlyexcited.
“Well,”hesaid;“well,Havisham,comeback,haveyou?What’sthenews?”
“LordFauntleroyandhismotherareatCourtLodge,”repliedMr.Havisham.“Theyborethevoyageverywellandareinexcellenthealth.”
TheEarlmadeahalf-impatientsoundandmovedhishandrestlessly.
“Gladtohearit,”hesaidbrusquely.“Sofar,sogood.Makeyourselfcomfortable.Haveaglassofwineandsettledown.Whatelse?”
“Hislordshipremainswithhismotherto-night.To-morrowIwillbringhimtotheCastle.”
TheEarl’selbowwasrestingonthearmofhischair;heputhishandupandshieldedhiseyeswithit.
“Well,”hesaid;“goon.YouknowItoldyounottowritetomeaboutthematter,andIknownothingwhateveraboutit.Whatkindofaladishe?Idon’tcareaboutthemother;whatsortofaladishe?”
Mr.
