Принц и нищий

           Presentlyourwhipping-boypassedhim,thenwheeledaboutandscannedhisfigurewell,sayingtohimself,"An’thatisnottheveryvagabondhisMajestyisinsuchaworryabout,thenamIanass—thoughbelikeIwasthatbefore.Heanswereththedescriptiontoarag—thatGodshouldmaketwosuchwouldbetocheapenmiraclesbywastefulrepetition.IwouldIcouldcontriveanexcusetospeakwithhim."

           MilesHendonsavedhimthetrouble;forheturnedabout,then,asamangenerallywillwhensomebodymesmeriseshimbygazinghardathimfrombehind;andobservingastronginterestintheboy’seyes,hesteppedtowardhimandsaid—

           "Youhavejustcomeoutfromthepalace;doyoubelongthere?"

           "Yes,yourworship."

           "KnowyouSirHumphreyMarlow?"

           Theboystarted,andsaidtohimself,"Lord!mineolddepartedfather!"Thenheansweredaloud,"Rightwell,yourworship."

           "Good—ishewithin?"

           "Yes,"saidtheboy;andadded,tohimself,"withinhisgrave."

           "MightIcraveyourfavourtocarrymynametohim,andsayIbegtosayawordinhisear?"

           "Iwilldespatchthebusinessrightwillingly,fairsir."

           "ThensayMilesHendon,sonofSirRichard,isherewithout—Ishallbegreatlyboundentoyou,mygoodlad."

           Theboylookeddisappointed."TheKingdidnotnamehimso,"hesaidtohimself;"butitmatterethnot,thisishistwinbrother,andcangivehisMajestynewsoft’otherSir-Odds-and-Ends,Iwarrant."SohesaidtoMiles,"Stepinthereamoment,goodsir,andwaittillIbringyouword."