Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 18
’Youmeanyou’llstayoninParisawhile?’
’No!ImeannevergobacktoWragby.’
Hewasbotheredbyhisownlittleproblems,andsincerelyhopedhewasgettingnoneofherstoshoulder.
’How’sthat,allatonce?’heasked.
’I’mgoingtohaveachild.’
Itwasthefirsttimeshehadutteredthewordstoanylivingsoul,anditseemedtomarkacleavageinherlife.
’Howdoyouknow?’saidherfather.
Shesmiled.
’HowshouldIknow?’
’ButnotClifford’schild,ofcourse?’
’No!Anotherman’s.’
Sheratherenjoyedtormentinghim.
’DoIknowtheman?’askedSirMalcolm.
’No!You’veneverseenhim.’
Therewasalongpause.
’Andwhatareyourplans?’
’Idon’tknow.That’sthepoint.’
’NopatchingitupwithClifford?’
’IsupposeCliffordwouldtakeit,’saidConnie.’Hetoldme,afterlasttimeyoutalkedtohim,hewouldn’tmindifIhadachild,solongasIwentaboutitdiscreetly.’
’Onlysensiblethinghecouldsay,underthecircumstances.ThenIsupposeit’llbeallright.’
’Inwhatway?’saidConnie,lookingintoherfather’seyes.Theywerebigblueeyesratherlikeherown,butwithacertainuneasinessinthem,alooksometimesofanuneasylittleboy,sometimesalookofsullenselfishness,usuallygood-humouredandwary.
’YoucanpresentCliffordwithanheirtoalltheChatterleys,andputanotherbaronetinWragby.’
SirMalcolm’sfacesmiledwithahalf-sensualsmile.
’ButIdon’tthinkIwantto,’shesaid.
