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Chapter 17
Iwouldnothaverepeatedithadshenotexclaimed:herLadyshipwillgonomoretothewoodifthatwoman’sgoingtobeabout!
IlikeyourpictureofSirMalcolmstridingintotheseawithwhitehairblowingandpinkfleshglowing.Ienvyyouthatsun.Hereitrains.ButIdon’tenvySirMalcolmhisinveteratemortalcarnality.However,itsuitshisage.Apparentlyonegrowsmorecarnalandmoremortalasonegrowsolder.Onlyyouthhasatasteofimmortality--
ThisnewsaffectedConnieinherstateofsemi-stupefiedwell-beingwithvexationamountingtoexasperation.Nowshehadgottobebotheredbythatbeastofawoman!Nowshemuststartandfret!ShehadnoletterfromMellors.Theyhadagreednottowriteatall,butnowshewantedtohearfromhimpersonally.Afterall,hewasthefatherofthechildthatwascoming.Lethimwrite!
Buthowhateful!Noweverythingwasmessedup.Howfoulthoselowpeoplewere!Howniceitwashere,inthesunshineandtheindolence,comparedtothatdismalmessofthatEnglishMidlands!Afterall,aclearskywasalmostthemostimportantthinginlife.
Shedidnotmentionthefactofherpregnancy,eventoHilda.ShewrotetoMrsBoltonforexactinformation.
DuncanForbes,anartistfriendoftheirs,hadarrivedattheVillaEsmeralda,comingnorthfromRome.Nowhemadeathirdinthegondola,andhebathedwiththemacrossthelagoon,andwastheirescort:aquiet,almosttaciturnyoungman,veryadvancedinhisart.
ShehadaletterfromMrsBolton:
Youwillbepleased,Iamsure,myLady,whenyouseeSirClifford.
