Коханець леді Чаттерлей

           ’There,Josephine!Who’sthatcometoseeyou?Who’sthis,Josephine?LadyChatterley--youknowLadyChatterley,don’tyou?’

           ThequeerpertlittlemitegazedcheekilyatConnie.Ladyshipswerestillallthesametoher.

           ’Come!Willyoucometome?’saidConnietothebaby.

           Thebabydidn’tcareonewayoranother,soConniepickedherupandheldherinherlap.Howwarmandlovelyitwastoholdachildinone’slap,andthesoftlittlearms,theunconsciouscheekylittlelegs.

           ’Iwasjusthavingaroughcupofteaallbymyself.Luke’sgonetomarket,soIcanhaveitwhenIlike.Wouldyoucareforacup,LadyChatterley?Idon’tsupposeit’swhatyou’reusedto,butifyouwould...’

           Conniewould,thoughshedidn’twanttoberemindedofwhatshewasusedto.Therewasagreatrelayingofthetable,andthebestcupsbroughtandthebesttea-pot.

           ’Ifonlyyouwouldn’ttakeanytrouble,’saidConnie.

           ButifMrsFlinttooknotrouble,wherewasthefun!SoConnieplayedwiththechildandwasamusedbyitslittlefemaledauntlessness,andgotadeepvoluptuouspleasureoutofitssoftyoungwarmth.Younglife!Andsofearless!Sofearless,becausesodefenceless.Alltheotherpeople,sonarrowwithfear!

           Shehadacupoftea,whichwasratherstrong,andverygoodbreadandbutter,andbottleddamsons.MrsFlintflushedandglowedandbridledwithexcitement,asifConnieweresomegallantknight.Andtheyhadarealfemalechat,andbothofthemenjoyedit.

           ’It’sapoorlittletea,though,’saidMrsFlint.

           ’It’smuchnicerthanathome,’saidConnietruthfully.