Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter VI
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“Well,”saidDawson,“youjustwaittillyou’veseenwhat’sinthestables.And,dearyme,youhaven’tlookedevenintotheverynextroomyet!”
“Whatisthere?”askedFauntleroy.
“Waituntilyou’vehadyourbreakfast,andthenyoushallsee,”saidDawson.
Atthishenaturallybegantogrowcurious,andheappliedhimselfassiduouslytohisbreakfast.Itseemedtohimthattheremustbesomethingworthlookingat,inthenextroom;Dawsonhadsuchaconsequential,mysteriousair.
“Now,then,”hesaid,slippingoffhisseatafewminuteslater;“I’vehadenough.CanIgoandlookatit?”
Dawsonnoddedandledtheway,lookingmoremysteriousandimportantthanever.Hebegantobeverymuchinterestedindeed.
Whensheopenedthedooroftheroom,hestooduponthethresholdandlookedabouthiminamazement.Hedidnotspeak;heonlyputhishandsinhispocketsandstoodthereflushinguptohisforeheadandlookingin.
Heflushedupbecausehewassosurprisedand,forthemoment,excited.Toseesuchaplacewasenoughtosurpriseanyordinaryboy.
Theroomwasalargeone,too,asalltheroomsseemedtobe,anditappearedtohimmorebeautifulthantherest,onlyinadifferentway.Thefurniturewasnotsomassiveandantiqueaswasthatintheroomshehadseendownstairs;thedraperiesandrugsandwallswerebrighter;therewereshelvesfullofbooks,andonthetableswerenumbersoftoys,—beautiful,ingeniousthings,—suchashehadlookedatwithwonderanddelightthroughtheshopwindowsinNewYork.
