Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter V
Hefeltagreat,strangepleasureinthebeautyofwhichhecaughtglimpsesunderandbetweenthesweepingboughs—thegreat,beautifulspacesofthepark,withstillothertreesstandingsometimesstatelyandalone,andsometimesingroups.Nowandthentheypassedplaceswheretallfernsgrewinmasses,andagainandagainthegroundwasazurewiththebluebellsswayinginthesoftbreeze.Severaltimeshestartedupwithalaughofdelightasarabbitleapedupfromunderthegreeneryandscuddedawaywithatwinkleofshortwhitetailbehindit.Onceacoveyofpartridgesrosewithasuddenwhirandflewaway,andthenheshoutedandclappedhishands.
“It’sabeautifulplace,isn’tit?”hesaidtoMr.Havisham.“Ineversawsuchabeautifulplace.It’sprettiereventhanCentralPark.”
Hewasratherpuzzledbythelengthoftimetheywereontheirway.
“Howfarisit,”hesaid,atlength,“fromthegatetothefrontdoor?”
“Itisbetweenthreeandfourmiles,”answeredthelawyer.
“That’salongwayforapersontolivefromhisgate,”remarkedhislordship.
Everyfewminuteshesawsomethingnewtowonderatandadmire.Whenhecaughtsightofthedeer,somecouchedinthegrass,somestandingwiththeirprettyantleredheadsturnedwithahalf-startledairtowardtheavenueasthecarriagewheelsdisturbedthem,hewasenchanted.
“Hastherebeenacircus?”hecried;“ordotheyliveherealways?Whosearethey?”
“Theylivehere,”Mr.Havishamtoldhim.“TheybelongtotheEarl,yourgrandfather.”
Itwasnotlongafterthisthattheysawthecastle.
