Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 6
Itwasnearlyamiletothecottage,andConnieseniorwaswellboredbyConniejuniorbythetimethegame-keeper’spicturesquelittlehomewasinsight.Thechildwasalreadyasfulltothebrimwithtricksasalittlemonkey,andsoself-assured.
Atthecottagethedoorstoodopen,andtherewasarattlingheardinside.Connielingered,thechildslippedherhand,andranindoors.
’Gran!Gran!’
’Why,areyerbacka’ready!’
Thegrandmotherhadbeenblackleadingthestove,itwasSaturdaymorning.Shecametothedoorinhersackingapron,ablacklead-brushinherhand,andablacksmudgeonhernose.Shewasalittle,ratherdrywoman.
’Why,whatever?’shesaid,hastilywipingherarmacrossherfaceasshesawConniestandingoutside.
’Goodmorning!’saidConnie.’Shewascrying,soIjustbroughtherhome.’
Thegrandmotherlookedaroundswiftlyatthechild:
’Why,wheerwasyerDad?’
Thelittlegirlclungtohergrandmother’sskirtsandsimpered.
’Hewasthere,’saidConnie,’buthe’dshotapoachingcat,andthechildwasupset.’
’Oh,you’dnorightt’avebothered,LadyChatterley,I’msure!I’msureitwasverygoodofyou,butyoushouldn’t’avebothered.Why,dideveryousee!’--andtheoldwomanturnedtothechild:’FancyLadyChatterleytakin’allthattroubleoveryer!Why,sheshouldn’t’avebothered!’
’Itwasnobother,justawalk,’saidConniesmiling.
’Why,I’msure’twasverykindofyou,Imustsay!Soshewascrying!Iknewthere’dbesomethingaforetheygotfar.She’sfrightenedof’im,that’swheeritis.
