Всадник без головы (Рид) - страница 61
| Слуга мог бы подумать, что хозяин горит нетерпением поймать крапчатую кобылу, если бы он не знал, что лихорадочное беспокойство его господина началось раньше, чем он узнал о ее существовании. | |
| It was several days after his last return from the Fort that the "yegua pinta" had first presented herself to the eye of the mustanger. That therefore could not be the cause of his altered demeanour. | Только несколько дней спустя после возвращения мустангера из форта крапчатая кобыла впервые попалась ему на глаза, так что это не могло быть причиной перемены его настроения. |
| His success in having secured the animal, instead of tranquillising his spirit, seemed to have produced the contrary effect. | Казалось, удачная охота, вместо того чтобы успокоить его, вызвала обратное действие. |
| At least, so thought Phelim: who-with the freedom of that relationship known as "foster-brother"-had at length determined on questioning his master as to the cause of his inquietude. | Так, по крайней мере, думал Фелим. Наконец он решился, пользуясь правом молочного брата, спросить мустангера, что с ним случилось. |
| As the latter lay shifting from side to side, he was saluted with the interrogatory- | Когда тот снова стал ворочаться с боку на бок, раздался голос слуги: |
| "Masther Maurice, fwhat, in the name of the Howly Vargin, is the matther wid ye?" | -- Мастер Морис, что с вами? Скажите мне, ради Бога! |
| "Nothing, Phelim-nothing, mabohil! | -- Ничего, Фелим, ничего. |
| What makes you think there is?" | Почему ты меня об этом спрашиваешь? |
| "Alannah! How kyan I help thinkin' it! | -- Да как же не спросить? |
| Yez kyant get a wink av sleep; niver since ye returned the last time from the Sittlement. | Вы же ни на минуту не сомкнули глаз с того самого дня, как в последний раз вернулись из поселка. |
| Och! yez hiv seen somethin' there that kapes ye awake? | Что-то отняло там у вас сон. |
| Shure now, it isn't wan av them Mixikin girls-mowchachas, as they call them? | Неужто вы мечтаете об одной из этих мексиканских девушек -- "мучаче", как их тут называют? |
| No, I won't believe it. | Нет, я этому не поверю. |
| You wudn't be wan av the owld Geralds to care for such trash as them." | Потомку древнего рода Джеральдов этак не годится. |
"Nonsense, my good fellow! There's nothing the matter with me. It's all your own imagination." "Trath, masther, yez arr mistaken. If there's anything asthray wid me imaginashun, fhwat is it that's gone wrong wid your own? That is, whin yez arr aslape-which aren't often av late." "When I'm
asleep! What do you mean, Phelim?" "What div I
mane? Fwhy, that wheniver yez close your eyes an think yez are sleepin', ye begin palaverin', as if a preast was confessin' ye!" "Ah! Is that so? What have you heard me say?" "Not much, masther, that I cud make sinse out av. Yez be always tryin' to pronounce a big name that appares to have no indin', though it begins wid a point!" "A name! What name?" "Sowl! I kyan't till ye exakly. It's too long for me to remimber, seein' that my edicashun was intirely neglicted. But there's another name that yez phut before it; an that I kyan tell ye. It's a wuman's name, though it's not common in the owld counthry. It's Looaze that ye say, Masther Maurice; an then comes the point." "Ah!" interrupted the young Irishman, evidently not caring to converse longer on the subject. "Some name I may have heard-somewhere, accidentally. One does have such strange ideas in dreams!" "Trath! yez spake the truth there; for in your drames, masther, ye talk about a purty girl lookin' out av a carriage wid curtains to it, an tellin' her to close them agaynst some danger that yez are going to save her from." "I wonder what puts such nonsense into my head?" "I wondher meself," rejoined Phelim, fixing his eyes upon his young master with a stealthy but scrutinising look. "Shure," he continued, "if I may make bowld to axe the quistyun-shure, Masther Maurice, yez haven't been makin' a Judy Fitzsummon's mother av yerself, an fallin' in love wid wan of these Yankee weemen out hare? Och an-an-ee! that wud be a misforthune; an thwat wud she say-the purty colleen wid the goodlen hair an blue eyes, that lives not twinty miles from Ballyballagh?" "Poh, poh! Phelim! you're taking leave of your senses, I fear." "Trath, masther, I aren't; but I know somethin' I wud like to take lave av." "What is that? Not me, I hope?" "You, alannah? Niver! It's Tixas I mane. I'd like to take lave of that; an you goin' along wid me back to the owld sad. Arrah, now, fhwat's the use av yer stayin' here, wastin' the best part av yer days in doin' nothin'? Shure yez don't make more than a bare livin' by the horse-catchin'; an if yez did, what mathers it? Yer owld aunt at Castle Ballagh can't howld out much longer; an when she's did, the bewtiful demane 'll be yours, spite av the dhirty way she's thratin' ye. Shure the property's got a tail to it; an not a mother's son av them can kape ye out av it!" "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the young Irishman: "you're quite a lawyer, Phelim. What a first-rate attorney you'd have made!