Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter V
Dougalmovedlazilyandlookedathim,andthenstoodup.Hewalkedovertothechild,andbegantofollowhimuneasily.Fauntleroydrewonehandfromhispocketandlaiditonthedog’shead.
“He’saverynicedog,”hesaid.“He’smyfriend.HeknowshowIfeel.”
“Howdoyoufeel?”askedtheEarl.
Itdisturbedhimtoseethestrugglethelittlefellowwashavingwithhisfirstfeelingofhomesickness,butitpleasedhimtoseethathewasmakingsobraveanefforttobearitwell.Helikedthischildishcourage.
“Comehere,”hesaid.
Fauntleroywenttohim.
“Ineverwasawayfrommyownhousebefore,”saidtheboy,withatroubledlookinhisbrowneyes.“Itmakesapersonfeelastrangefeelingwhenhehastostayallnightinanotherperson’scastleinsteadofinhisownhouse.ButDearestisnotveryfarawayfromme.Shetoldmetorememberthat—and—andI’mseven—andIcanlookatthepictureshegaveme.”
Heputhishandinhispocket,andbroughtoutasmallvioletvelvet-coveredcase.
“Thisisit,”hesaid.“Yousee,youpressthisspringanditopens,andsheisinthere!”
HehadcomeclosetotheEarl’schair,and,ashedrewforththelittlecase,heleanedagainstthearmofit,andagainsttheoldman’sarm,too,asconfidinglyasifchildrenhadalwaysleanedthere.
“Theresheis,”hesaid,asthecaseopened;andhelookedupwithasmile.
