Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter V
Itroseupbeforethemstatelyandbeautifulandgray,thelastraysofthesuncastingdazzlinglightsonitsmanywindows.Ithadturretsandbattlementsandtowers;agreatdealofivygrewuponitswalls;allthebroad,openspaceaboutitwaslaidoutinterracesandlawnsandbedsofbrilliantflowers.
“It’sthemostbeautifulplaceIeversaw!”saidCedric,hisroundfaceflushingwithpleasure.“Itremindsanyoneofaking’spalace.Isawapictureofoneonceinafairy-book.”
Hesawthegreatentrance-doorthrownopenandmanyservantsstandingintwolineslookingathim.Hewonderedwhytheywerestandingthere,andadmiredtheirliveriesverymuch.Hedidnotknowthattheyweretheretodohonortothelittleboytowhomallthissplendorwouldonedaybelong,—thebeautifulcastlelikethefairyking’spalace,themagnificentpark,thegrandoldtrees,thedellsfulloffernsandbluebellswheretheharesandrabbitsplayed,thedappled,large-eyeddeercouchinginthedeepgrass.ItwasonlyacoupleofweekssincehehadsatwithMr.Hobbsamongthepotatoesandcannedpeaches,withhislegsdanglingfromthehighstool;itwouldnothavebeenpossibleforhimtorealizethathehadverymuchtodowithallthisgrandeur.Attheheadofthelineofservantstherestoodanelderlywomaninarich,plainblacksilkgown;shehadgrayhairandworeacap.Asheenteredthehallshestoodnearerthantherest,andthechildthoughtfromthelookinhereyesthatshewasgoingtospeaktohim.Mr.Havisham,whoheldhishand,pausedamoment.
“ThisisLordFauntleroy,Mrs.Mellon,”hesaid.
