Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 8
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’Oh,there’snothingsacrosanctaboutasilvertea-pot,’saidConnie.
Heglancedupathercuriously.
’Whatdidyoudoallafternoon?’hesaid.
’Walkedandsatinashelteredplace.Doyouknowtherearestillberriesonthebigholly-tree?’
Shetookoffherscarf,butnotherhat,andsatdowntomaketea.Thetoastwouldcertainlybeleathery.Sheputthetea-cosyoverthetea-pot,androsetogetalittleglassforherviolets.Thepoorflowershungover,limpontheirstalks.
’They’llreviveagain!’shesaid,puttingthembeforehimintheirglassforhimtosmell.
’SweeterthanthelidsofJuno’seyes,’hequoted.
’Idon’tseeabitofconnexionwiththeactualviolets,’shesaid.’TheElizabethansareratherupholstered.’
Shepouredhimhistea.
’DoyouthinkthereisasecondkeytothatlittlehutnotfarfromJohn’sWell,wherethepheasantsarereared?’shesaid.
’Theremaybe.Why?’
’Ihappenedtofindittoday--andI’dneverseenitbefore.Ithinkit’sadarlingplace.Icouldsittheresometimes,couldn’tI?’
’WasMellorsthere?’
’Yes!That’showIfoundit:hishammering.Hedidn’tseemtolikemyintrudingatall.InfacthewasalmostrudewhenIaskedaboutasecondkey.’
’Whatdidhesay?’
’Oh,nothing:justhismanner;andhesaidheknewnothingaboutkeys.’
’TheremaybeoneinFather’sstudy.Bettsknowsthemall,they’reallthere.I’llgethimtolook.’
’Ohdo!’shesaid.
’SoMellorswasalmostrude?’
’Oh,nothing,really!ButIdon’tthinkhewantedmetohavethefreedomofthecastle,quite.
