Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 7
’Shedoesn’twantto,butsheknowsshemust.Motherdiedofcancer,broughtonbyfretting.We’renotrunninganyrisks.’
SonextdayCliffordsuggestedMrsBolton,Tevershallparishnurse.ApparentlyMrsBettshadthoughtofher.MrsBoltonwasjustretiringfromherparishdutiestotakeupprivatenursingjobs.Cliffordhadaqueerdreadofdeliveringhimselfintothehandsofastranger,butthisMrsBoltonhadoncenursedhimthroughscarletfever,andheknewher.
ThetwosistersatoncecalledonMrsBolton,inanewishhouseinarow,quiteselectforTevershall.Theyfoundarathergood-lookingwomanofforty-odd,inanurse’suniform,withawhitecollarandapron,justmakingherselfteainasmallcrowdedsitting-room.
MrsBoltonwasmostattentiveandpolite,seemedquitenice,spokewithabitofabroadslur,butinheavilycorrectEnglish,andfromhavingbossedthesickcolliersforagoodmanyyears,hadaverygoodopinionofherself,andafairamountofassurance.Inshort,inhertinyway,oneofthegoverningclassinthevillage,verymuchrespected.
’Yes,LadyChatterley’snotlookingatallwell!Why,sheusedtobethatbonny,didn’tshenow?Butshe’sbeenfailingallwinter!Oh,it’shard,itis.PoorSirClifford!Eh,thatwar,it’salottoanswerfor.’
AndMrsBoltonwouldcometoWragbyatonce,ifDrShardlowwouldletheroff.Shehadanotherfortnight’sparishnursingtodo,byrights,buttheymightgetasubstitute,youknow.
HildapostedofftoDrShardlow,andonthefollowingSundayMrsBoltondroveupinLeiver’scabtoWragbywithtwotrunks.
