Любовник леди Чаттерлей

           Thenhesaid,indialect:

           ’Ay,maybeIdo,maybeIdo!Wellthen,I’llsaynowt,an’ha’donewi’t.Butthamundressthysen,all’gobacktothystatelyhomesofEngland,howbeautifultheystand.Time’sup!Time’supforSirJohn,an’forlittleLadyJane!Putthyshimmyon,LadyChatterley!Thamightbeanybody,standin’therebe-outevenashimmy,an’afewragso’flowers.Therethen,therethen,I’llundressthee,thabob-tailedyoungthrostle.’Andhetooktheleavesfromherhair,kissingherdamphair,andtheflowersfromherbreasts,andkissedherbreasts,andkissedhernavel,andkissedhermaiden-hair,wherehelefttheflowersthreaded.’Theymunstopwhiletheywill,’hesaid.’So!Theretha’rtbareagain,nowtbutabare-arsedlassan’abitofaLadyJane!Nowputthyshimmyon,forthamungo,orelseLadyChatterley’sgoin’tobelatefordinner,an’where’aveyerbeentomyprettymaid!’

           Sheneverknewhowtoanswerhimwhenhewasinthisconditionofthevernacular.SoshedressedherselfandpreparedtogoalittleignominiouslyhometoWragby.Orsoshefeltit:alittleignominiouslyhome.

           Hewouldaccompanyhertothebroadriding.Hisyoungpheasantswereallrightundertheshelter.

           Whenheandshecameoutontotheriding,therewasMrsBoltonfalteringpalelytowardsthem.

           ’Oh,myLady,wewonderedifanythinghadhappened!’

           ’No!Nothinghashappened.’

           MrsBoltonlookedintotheman’sface,thatwassmoothandnew-lookingwithlove.Shemethishalf-laughing,half-mockingeyes.Healwayslaughedatmischance