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so clever at making things clear to you. He was quite as
clever as Sir Clifford: and always one for the women. More
with women than men, they said.
Till he’d gone and married that Bertha Coutts, as if to
spite himself. Some people do marry to spite themselves,
because they’re disappointed of something. And no wonder
it had been a failure.—For years he was gone, all the time of
the war: and a lieutenant and all: quite the gentleman, really
quite the gentleman!—Then to come back to Tevershall and
go as a game-keeper! Really, some people can’t take their
chances when they’ve got them! And talking broad Der-
byshire again like the worst, when she, Ivy Bolton, knew he
spoke like any gentleman, REALLY.
Well, well! So her ladyship had fallen for him! Well her
ladyship wasn’t the first: there was something about him.
But fancy! A Tevershall lad born and bred, and she her la-
dyship in Wragby Hall! My word, that was a slap back at the
high-and-mighty Chatterleys!
But he, the keeper, as the day grew, had realized: it’s no
good! It’s no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness.
You’ve got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times,
the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for
the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all
your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled
in, when they come. But they’ve got to come. You can’t force
them.
With a sudden snap the bleeding desire that had drawn
him after her broke. He had broken it, because it must be
so. There must be a coming together on both sides. And if

1 Lady Chatterly’s Lover