Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 10
’There’sthekeeper’semptybottleforhismilk,’explainedMrsFlint.’Webringitasfarashereforhim,andthenhefetchesithimself’
’When?’saidConnie.
’Oh,anytimehe’saround.Ofteninthemorning.Well,goodbyeLadyChatterley!Anddocomeagain.Itwassolovelyhavingyou.’
Connieclimbedthefenceintothenarrowpathbetweenthedense,bristlingyoungfirs.MrsFlintwentrunningbackacrossthepasture,inasun-bonnet,becauseshewasreallyaschoolteacher.Constancedidn’tlikethisdensenewpartofthewood;itseemedgruesomeandchoking.Shehurriedonwithherheaddown,thinkingoftheFlints’baby.Itwasadearlittlething,butitwouldbeabitbow-leggedlikeitsfather.Itshowedalready,butperhapsitwouldgrowoutofit.Howwarmandfulfillingsomehowtohaveababy,andhowMrsFlinthadshoweditoff!ShehadsomethinganyhowthatConniehadn’tgot,andapparentlycouldn’thave.Yes,MrsFlinthadflauntedhermotherhood.AndConniehadbeenjustabit,justalittlebitjealous.Shecouldn’thelpit.
Shestartedoutofhermuse,andgavealittlecryoffear.Amanwasthere.
Itwasthekeeper.HestoodinthepathlikeBalaam’sass,barringherway.
’How’sthis?’hesaidinsurprise.
’Howdidyoucome?’shepanted.
’Howdidyou?Haveyoubeentothehut?’
’No!No!IwenttoMarehay.’
Helookedathercuriously,searchingly,andshehungherheadalittleguiltily.
’Andwereyougoingtothehutnow?’heaskedrathersternly.’No!Imustn’t.IstayedatMarehay.NooneknowswhereIam.I’mlate.I’vegottorun.
