Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 16
Silent,heputhisplateonthetrayandwentdownstairs.Constanceheardhimgodownthegardenpath.Abicyclebelltinkledoutsidethere.
’Morning,MrMellors!Registeredletter!’
’Ohay!Gotapencil?’
’Herey’are!’
Therewasapause.
’Canada!’saidthestranger’svoice.
’Ay!That’samateo’mineoutthereinBritishColumbia.Dunnowhathe’sgottoregister.’
’’Appensenty’afortune,like.’
’Morelikewantssummat.’
Pause.
’Well!Lovelydayagain!’
’Ay!’
’Morning!’
’Morning!’
Afteratimehecameupstairsagain,lookingalittleangry.
’Postman,’hesaid.
’Veryearly!’shereplied.
’Ruralround;he’smostlyherebyseven,whenhedoescome.
’Didyourmatesendyouafortune?’
’No!OnlysomephotographsandpapersaboutaplaceoutthereinBritishColumbia.’
’Wouldyougothere?’
’Ithoughtperhapswemight.’
’Ohyes!Ibelieveit’slovely!’
Buthewasputoutbythepostman’scoming.
’Themdamnbikes,they’reonyouaforeyouknowwhereyouare.Ihopehetwiggednothing.’
’Afterall,whatcouldhetwig!’
’Youmustgetupnow,andgetready.I’mjustgoin’terlookroundoutside.’
Shesawhimgoreconnoitringintothelane,withdogandgun.Shewentdownstairsandwashed,andwasreadybythetimehecameback,withthefewthingsinthelittlesilkbag.
Helockedup,andtheysetoff,butthroughthewood,notdownthelane.Hewasbeingwary.
’Don’tyouthinkonelivesfortimeslikelastnight?’shesaidtohim.
’Ay!Butthere’stheresto’timestothinkon,’hereplied,rathershort.
