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Chapter 13
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Shewenttothebackofthechair,andploddedsidebysidewiththekeeper,shovingupthepinkpath.Shedidnotcarewhosaw.
’Whynotletmewait,andfetchField?Heisstrongenoughforthejob,’saidClifford.
’It’ssonear,’shepanted.
ButbothsheandMellorswipedthesweatfromtheirfaceswhentheycametothetop.Itwascurious,butthisbitofworktogetherhadbroughtthemmuchcloserthantheyhadbeenbefore.
’Thankssomuch,Mellors,’saidClifford,whentheywereatthehousedoor.’Imustgetadifferentsortofmotor,that’sall.Won’tyougotothekitchenandhaveameal?Itmustbeabouttime.’
’Thankyou,SirClifford.Iwasgoingtomymotherfordinnertoday,Sunday.’
’Asyoulike.’
Mellorsslungintohiscoat,lookedatConnie,saluted,andwasgone.Connie,furious,wentupstairs.
Atlunchshecouldnotcontainherfeeling.
’Whyareyousoabominablyinconsiderate,Clifford?’shesaidtohim.
’Ofwhom?’
’Ofthekeeper!Ifthatiswhatyoucallrulingclasses,I’msorryforyou.’
’Why?’
’Amanwho’sbeenill,andisn’tstrong!Myword,ifIweretheservingclasses,I’dletyouwaitforservice.I’dletyouwhistle.’
’Iquitebelieveit.’
’Ifhe’dbeensittinginachairwithparalysedlegs,andbehavedasyoubehaved,whatwouldyouhavedoneforhim?’
’Mydearevangelist,thisconfusingofpersonsandpersonalitiesisinbadtaste.’
’Andyournasty,sterilewantofcommonsympathyisintheworsttasteimaginable.
