Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 6
Inhisshirt,withouttheclumsyvelveteencoat,shesawagainhowslenderhewas,thin,stoopingalittle.Yet,asshepassedhim,therewassomethingyoungandbrightinhisfairhair,andhisquickeyes.Hewouldbeamanaboutthirty-sevenoreight.
Sheploddedonintothewood,knowinghewaslookingafterher;heupsethersomuch,inspiteofherself.
Andhe,ashewentindoors,wasthinking:’She’snice,she’sreal!She’snicerthansheknows.’
Shewonderedverymuchabouthim;heseemedsounlikeagame-keeper,sounlikeaworking-mananyhow;althoughhehadsomethingincommonwiththelocalpeople.Butalsosomethingveryuncommon.
’Thegame-keeper,Mellors,isacuriouskindofperson,’shesaidtoClifford;’hemightalmostbeagentleman.’
’Mighthe?’saidClifford.’Ihadn’tnoticed.’
’Butisn’ttheresomethingspecialabouthim?’Connieinsisted.
’Ithinkhe’squiteanicefellow,butIknowverylittleabouthim.Heonlycameoutofthearmylastyear,lessthanayearago.FromIndia,Iratherthink.Hemayhavepickedupcertaintricksoutthere,perhapshewasanofficer’sservant,andimprovedonhisposition.Someofthemenwerelikethat.Butitdoesthemnogood,theyhavetofallbackintotheiroldplaceswhentheygethomeagain.’
ConniegazedatCliffordcontemplatively.Shesawinhimthepeculiartightrebuffagainstanyoneofthelowerclasseswhomightbereallyclimbingup,whichsheknewwascharacteristicofhisbreed.
’Butdon’tyouthinkthereissomethingspecialabouthim?’sheasked.
’Frankly,no!NothingIhadnoticed
