Принц и нищий
Hendon Hall
Itwasafairregion,dottedwithcottagesandorchards,andtheroadledthroughbroadpasturelandswhoserecedingexpanses,markedwithgentleelevationsanddepressions,suggestedtheswellingandsubsidingundulationsofthesea.Intheafternoonthereturningprodigalmadeconstantdeflectionsfromhiscoursetoseeifbyascendingsomehillockhemightnotpiercethedistanceandcatchaglimpseofhishome.Atlasthewassuccessful,andcriedoutexcitedly—
"Thereisthevillage,myPrince,andthereistheHallcloseby!Youmayseethetowersfromhere;andthatwoodthere—thatismyfather’spark.Ah,nowthou’ltknowwhatstateandgrandeurbe!Ahousewithseventyrooms—thinkofthat!—andsevenandtwentyservants!Abravelodgingforsuchaswe,isitnotso?Come,letusspeed—myimpatiencewillnotbrookfurtherdelay."
Allpossiblehurrywasmade;still,itwasafterthreeo’clockbeforethevillagewasreached.Thetravellersscamperedthroughit,Hendon’stonguegoingallthetime."Hereisthechurch—coveredwiththesameivy—nonegone,noneadded.""Yonderistheinn,theoldRedLion,—andyonderisthemarket-place.""HereistheMaypole,andherethepump—nothingisaltered;nothingbutthepeople,atanyrate;tenyearsmakeachangeinpeople;someoftheseIseemtoknow,butnoneknowme."Sohischatranon.
