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Chapter 16
’Iranoutintherainwithnoclotheson.’
Hestaredatherspeechless.
’Youmustbemad!’hesaid.
’Why?Tolikeashowerbathfromtherain?’
’Andhowdidyoudryyourself?’
’Onanoldtowelandatthefire.’
Hestillstaredatherinadumbfoundedway.
’Andsupposinganybodycame,’hesaid.
’Whowouldcome?’
’Who?Why,anybody!AndMellors.Doeshecome?Hemustcomeintheevenings.’
’Yes,hecamelater,whenithadclearedup,tofeedthepheasantswithcorn.’
Shespokewithamazingnonchalance.MrsBolton,whowaslisteninginthenextroom,heardinsheeradmiration.Tothinkawomancouldcarryitoffsonaturally!
’Andsupposehe’dcomewhileyouwererunningaboutintherainwithnothingon,likeamaniac?’
’Isupposehe’dhavehadthefrightofhislife,andclearedoutasfastashecould.’
Cliffordstillstaredathertransfixed.Whathethoughtinhisunder-consciousnesshewouldneverknow.Andhewastoomuchtakenabacktoformoneclearthoughtinhisupperconsciousness.Hejustsimplyacceptedwhatshesaid,inasortofblank.Andheadmiredher.Hecouldnothelpadmiringher.Shelookedsoflushedandhandsomeandsmooth:lovesmooth.
’Atleast,’hesaid,subsiding,’you’llbeluckyifyou’vegotoffwithoutaseverecold.’
’Oh,Ihaven’tgotacold,’shereplied.Shewasthinkingtoherselfoftheotherman’swords:Tha’sgotthenicestwoman’sarseofanybody!Shewished,shedearlywishedshecouldtellCliffordthatthishadbeensaidher,duringthefamousthunderstorm.
