Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter V
“NotquiteasoldasMr.Hobbs,butquiteold.Hegavemeapresentjustbeforetheshipsailed.”
Heputhishandintohispocketanddrewforthaneatlyfoldedredobjectandopeneditwithanairofaffectionatepride.Itwastheredsilkhandkerchiefwiththelargepurplehorse-shoesandheadsonit.
“Hegavemethis,”saidhisyounglordship.“Ishallkeepitalways.Youcanwearitroundyourneckorkeepitinyourpocket.HeboughtitwiththefirstmoneyheearnedafterIboughtJakeoutandgavehimthenewbrushes.It’sakeepsake.IputsomepoetryinMr.Hobbs’swatch.Itwas,’Whenthisyousee,rememberme.’WhenthisIsee,IshallalwaysrememberDick.”
ThesensationsoftheRightHonorabletheEarlofDorincourtcouldscarcelybedescribed.Hewasnotanoldnoblemanwhowasveryeasilybewildered,becausehehadseenagreatdealoftheworld;butherewassomethinghefoundsonovelthatitalmosttookhislordlybreathaway,andcausedhimsomesingularemotions.Hehadnevercaredforchildren;hehadbeensooccupiedwithhisownpleasuresthathehadneverhadtimetocareforthem.Hisownsonshadnotinterestedhimwhentheywereveryyoung—thoughsometimesherememberedhavingthoughtCedric’sfatherahandsomeandstronglittlefellow.Hehadbeensoselfishhimselfthathehadmissedthepleasureofseeingunselfishnessinothers,andhehadnotknownhowtenderandfaithfulandaffectionateakind-heartedlittlechildcanbe,andhowinnocentandunconsciousareitssimple,generousimpulses.
