Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter VI
“Itlookslikeaboy’sroom,”hesaidatlast,catchinghisbreathalittle.“Whomdotheybelongto?”
“Goandlookatthem,”saidDawson.“Theybelongtoyou!”
“Tome!”hecried;“tome?Whydotheybelongtome?Whogavethemtome?”Andhesprangforwardwithagaylittleshout.Itseemedalmosttoomuchtobebelieved.“ItwasGrandpapa!”hesaid,withhiseyesasbrightasstars.“IknowitwasGrandpapa!”
“Yes,itwashislordship,”saidDawson;“andifyouwillbeanicelittlegentleman,andnotfretaboutthings,andwillenjoyyourself,andbehappyalltheday,hewillgiveyouanythingyouaskfor.”
Itwasatremendouslyexcitingmorning.Thereweresomanythingstobeexamined,somanyexperimentstobetried;eachnoveltywassoabsorbingthathecouldscarcelyturnfromittolookatthenext.Anditwassocurioustoknowthatallthishadbeenpreparedforhimselfalone;that,evenbeforehehadleftNewYork,peoplehadcomedownfromLondontoarrangetheroomshewastooccupy,andhadprovidedthebooksandplaythingsmostlikelytointeresthim.
“Didyoueverknowanyone,”hesaidtoDawson,“whohadsuchakindgrandfather!”
Dawson’sfaceworeanuncertainexpressionforamoment.ShehadnotaveryhighopinionofhislordshiptheEarl.Shehadnotbeeninthehousemanydays,butshehadbeentherelongenoughtoheartheoldnobleman’speculiaritiesdiscussedveryfreelyintheservants’hall.
