Коханець леді Чаттерлей
Chapter 7
Hildaonlygloweredathimwithoutreplying;reparteewasnotherforte,norConnie’s;sosheglowered,andhewasmuchmoreuncomfortablethanifshehadsaidthings.
’I’lltakehertoadoctor,’saidHildaatlength.’Canyousuggestagoodoneroundhere?’
’I’mafraidIcan’t.’
’ThenI’lltakehertoLondon,wherewehaveadoctorwetrust.’
Thoughboilingwithrage,Cliffordsaidnothing.
’IsupposeImayaswellstaythenight,’saidHilda,pullingoffhergloves,’andI’lldrivehertotowntomorrow.’
Cliffordwasyellowatthegillswithanger,andateveningthewhitesofhiseyeswerealittleyellowtoo.Herantoliver.ButHildawasconsistentlymodestandmaidenly.
’Youmusthaveanurseorsomebody,tolookafteryoupersonally.Youshouldreallyhaveamanservant,’saidHildaastheysat,withapparentcalmness,atcoffeeafterdinner.Shespokeinhersoft,seeminglygentleway,butCliffordfeltshewashittinghimontheheadwithabludgeon.
’Youthinkso?’hesaidcoldly.
’I’msure!It’snecessary.Eitherthat,orFatherandImusttakeConnieawayforsomemonths.Thiscan’tgoon.’
’Whatcan’tgoon?’
’Haven’tyoulookedatthechild!’askedHilda,gazingathimfullstare.Helookedratherlikeahuge,boiledcrayfishatthemoment;orsoshethought.
’ConnieandIwilldiscussit,’hesaid.
’I’vealreadydiscusseditwithher,’saidHilda.
Cliffordhadbeenlongenoughinthehandsofnurses;hehatedthem,becausetheylefthimnorealprivacy.Andamanservant!...hecouldn’tstandamanhangingroundhim.
