Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой

           Hisdeep-setfierceoldeyesgleamedunderhisbeetlingbrows.

           “Come,now!”hesaid,stillbreathlessly.“Come,now!Youdon’tmeanthemotherhasn’ttoldhim?”

           “Notoneword,mylord,”repliedthelawyercoolly.“ThatIcanassureyou.Thechildispreparedtobelieveyouthemostamiableandaffectionateofgrandparents.Nothing—absolutelynothinghasbeensaidtohimtogivehimtheslightestdoubtofyourperfection.AndasIcarriedoutyourcommandsineverydetail,whileinNewYork,hecertainlyregardsyouasawonderofgenerosity.”

           “Hedoes,eh?”saidtheEarl.

           “Igiveyoumywordofhonor,”saidMr.Havisham,“thatLordFauntleroy’simpressionsofyouwilldependentirelyuponyourself.AndifyouwillpardonthelibertyItakeinmakingthesuggestion,Ithinkyouwillsucceedbetterwithhimifyoutaketheprecautionnottospeakslightinglyofhismother.”

           “Pooh,pooh!”saidtheEarl.“Theyoungsterisonlysevenyearsold!”

           “Hehasspentthosesevenyearsathismother’sside,”returnedMr.Havisham;“andshehasallhisaffection.”