| Mr. Blood assumed that Lord Feversham would be equally well-informed, and if in this assumption he was wrong, at least he was justified of it. He was not to suppose the Royalist commander so indifferently skilled in the trade he followed. | Блад был почти уверен, что лорд Февершем прекрасно осведомлен о намерениях своего противника. Даже если бы предположения Блада оказались ошибочными, он все же имел основания думать именно так, ибо трудно было допустить, чтобы командующий королевской армией не знал своих обязанностей. |
| Mr. Blood knocked the ashes from his pipe, and drew back to close his window. As he did so, his glance travelling straight across the street met at last the glance of those hostile eyes that watched him. There were two pairs, and they belonged to the Misses Pitt, two amiable, sentimental maiden ladies who yielded to none in Bridgewater in their worship of the handsome Monmouth. | Выбив пепел из трубки, Блад отодвинулся от окна, намереваясь его закрыть, и в это мгновение заметил, что из окна дома на противоположной стороне улицы за ним следили враждебные взгляды милых, сентиментальных сестер Питт, самых восторженных в Бриджуотере обожательниц красавца Монмута. |
| Mr. Blood smiled and inclined his head, for he was on friendly terms with these ladies, one of whom, indeed, had been for a little while his patient. | Блад улыбнулся и кивнул этим девушкам, с которыми находился в дружеских отношениях, а одну из них даже недолго лечил. |
| But there was no response to his greeting. Instead, the eyes gave him back a stare of cold disdain. | Ответом на его приветствие был холодный и презрительный взгляд. |
| The smile on his thin lips grew a little broader, a little less pleasant. He understood the reason of that hostility, which had been daily growing in this past week since Monmouth had come to turn the brains of women of all ages. | Улыбка тут же исчезла с тонких губ Блада; он понял причину враждебности сестер, возросшей с тех пор, как на горизонте появился Монмут, вскруживший головы женщинам всех возрастов. |
| The Misses Pitt, he apprehended, contemned him that he, a young and vigorous man, of a military training which might now be valuable to the Cause, should stand aloof; that he should placidly smoke his pipe and tend his geraniums on this evening of all evenings, when men of spirit were rallying to the Protestant Champion, offering their blood to place him on the throne where he belonged. |