Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 12
Sheglancedatthebig,hollowsandstoneslabofthethreshold,nowcrossedbysofewfeet.
’Butit’slovelyhere,’shesaid.’Suchabeautifulstillness,everythingaliveandstill.’
Hewaseatingagain,ratherslowlyandunwillingly,andshecouldfeelhewasdiscouraged.Shemadetheteainsilence,andsetthetea-potonthehob,assheknewthepeopledid.Hepushedhisplateasideandwenttothebackplace;sheheardalatchclick,thenhecamebackwithcheeseonaplate,andbutter.
Shesetthetwocupsonthetable;therewereonlytwo.’Willyouhaveacupoftea?’shesaid.
’Ifyoulike.Sugar’sinth’cupboard,an’there’salittlecreamjug.Milk’sinajuginth’pantry.’
’ShallItakeyourplateaway?’sheaskedhim.Helookedupatherwithafaintironicalsmile.
’Why...ifyoulike,’hesaid,slowlyeatingbreadandcheese.Shewenttotheback,intothepent-housescullery,wherethepumpwas.Ontheleftwasadoor,nodoubtthepantrydoor.Sheunlatchedit,andalmostsmiledattheplacehecalledapantry;alongnarrowwhite-washedslipofacupboard.Butitmanagedtocontainalittlebarrelofbeer,aswellasafewdishesandbitsoffood.Shetookalittlemilkfromtheyellowjug.
’Howdoyougetyourmilk?’sheaskedhim,whenshecamebacktothetable.
’Flints!Theyleavemeabottleatthewarrenend.Youknow,whereImetyou!’
Buthewasdiscouraged.Shepouredoutthetea,poisingthecream-jug.
’Nomilk,’hesaid;thenheseemedtohearanoise,andlookedkeenlythroughthedoorway.
’’Appenwe’dbettershut,’hesaid.
