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Chapter 18
Andshealsosimplycouldnotstandthethoughtofapublicscandalabouthersisterandagame-keeper.Too,toohumiliating!
’Whyshouldwenotjustdisappear,separately,toBritishColumbia,andhavenoscandal?’saidConnie.
Butthatwasnogood.Thescandalwouldcomeoutjustthesame.AndifConniewasgoingwiththeman,she’dbetterbeabletomarryhim.ThiswasHilda’sopinion.SirMalcolmwasn’tsure.Theaffairmightstillblowover.
’Butwillyouseehim,Father?’
PoorSirMalcolm!hewasbynomeanskeenonit.AndpoorMellors,hewasstilllesskeen.Yetthemeetingtookplace:alunchinaprivateroomattheclub,thetwomenalone,lookingoneanotherupanddown.
SirMalcolmdrankafairamountofwhisky,Mellorsalsodrank.AndtheytalkedallthewhileaboutIndia,onwhichtheyoungmanwaswellinformed.
Thislastedduringthemeal.Onlywhencoffeewasserved,andthewaiterhadgone,SirMalcolmlitacigarandsaid,heartily:
’Well,youngman,andwhataboutmydaughter?’
ThegrinflickeredonMellors’face.
’Well,Sir,andwhatabouther?’
’You’vegotababyinherallright.’
’Ihavethathonour!’grinnedMellors.
’Honour,byGod!’SirMalcolmgavealittlesquirtinglaugh,andbecameScotchandlewd.’Honour!Howwasthegoing,eh?Good,myboy,what?’
’Good!’
’I’llbetitwas!Ha-ha!Mydaughter,chipoftheoldblock,what!Ineverwentbackonagoodbitoffucking,myself.Thoughhermother,oh,holysaints!’Herolledhiseyestoheaven.’Butyouwarmedherup,oh,youwarmedherup,Icanseethat.
