Page 181 - lady-chatterlys-lover

’Why?’ She looked up at him, at a loss. ‘I said I’d come.
Nobody knows.’
’They soon will, though,’ he replied. ‘An’ what then?’
She was at a loss for an answer.
’Why should they know?’ she said.
’Folks always does,’ he said fatally.
Her lip quivered a little.
’Well I can’t help it,’ she faltered.
’Nay,’ he said. ‘You can help it by not comin’—if yer want
to,’ he added, in a lower tone.
’But I don’t want to,’ she murmured.
He looked away into the wood, and was silent.
’But what when folks finds out?’ he asked at last. ‘Think
about it! Think how lowered you’ll feel, one of your hus-
band’s servants.’
She looked up at his averted face.
’Is it,’ she stammered, ‘is it that you don’t want me?’
’Think!’ he said. ‘Think what if folks find out Sir Clifford
an’ a’—an’ everybody talkin’—’
’Well, I can go away.’
’Where to?’
’Anywhere! I’ve got money of my own. My mother left me
twenty thousand pounds in trust, and I know Clifford can’t
touch it. I can go away.’
’But ‘appen you don’t want to go away.’
’Yes, yes! I don’t care what happens to me.’
’Ay, you think that! But you’ll care! You’ll have to care,
everybody has. You’ve got to remember your Ladyship is
carrying on with a game-keeper. It’s not as if I was a gentle-

1 0 Lady Chatterly’s Lover