Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 11
Underneathcameasortofescritoireoutfit:blotters,pens,ink-bottles,paper,envelopes,memorandumbooks:andthenaperfectsewing-outfit,withthreedifferentsizedscissors,thimbles,needles,silksandcottons,darningegg,alloftheverybestqualityandperfectlyfinished.Thentherewasalittlemedicinestore,withbottleslabelledLaudanum,TinctureofMyrrh,Ess.Clovesandsoon:butempty.Everythingwasperfectlynew,andthewholething,whenshutup,wasasbigasasmall,butfatweekendbag.Andinside,itfittedtogetherlikeapuzzle.Thebottlescouldnotpossiblyhavespilled:therewasn’troom.
Thethingwaswonderfullymadeandcontrived,excellentcraftsmanshipoftheVictorianorder.Butsomehowitwasmonstrous.SomeChatterleymustevenhavefeltit,forthethinghadneverbeenused.Ithadapeculiarsoullessness.
YetMrsBoltonwasthrilled.
’Lookwhatbeautifulbrushes,soexpensive,eventheshavingbrushes,threeperfectones!No!andthosescissors!They’rethebestthatmoneycouldbuy.Oh,Icallitlovely!’
’Doyou?’saidConnie.’Thenyouhaveit.’
’Ohno,myLady!’
’Ofcourse!ItwillonlylieheretillDoomsday.Ifyouwon’thaveit,I’llsendittotheDuchessaswellasthepictures,andshedoesn’tdeservesomuch.Dohaveit!’
’Oh,yourLadyship!Why,Ishallneverbeabletothankyou.’
’Youneedn’ttry,’laughedConnie.
AndMrsBoltonsaileddownwiththehugeandveryblackboxinherarms,flushingbrightpinkinherexcitement.
MrBettsdroveherinthetraptoherhouseinthevillage,withthebox.
