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side with the keeper, shoving up the pink path. She did not
care who saw.
’Why not let me wait, and fetch Field? He is strong enough
for the job,’ said Clifford.
’It’s so near,’ she panted.
But both she and Mellors wiped the sweat from their fac-
es when they came to the top. It was curious, but this bit of
work together had brought them much closer than they had
been before.
’Thanks so much, Mellors,’ said Clifford, when they were
at the house door. ‘I must get a different sort of motor, that’s
all. Won’t you go to the kitchen and have a meal? It must be
about time.’
’Thank you, Sir Clifford. I was going to my mother for
dinner today, Sunday.’
’As you like.’
Mellors slung into his coat, looked at Connie, saluted,
and was gone. Connie, furious, went upstairs.
At lunch she could not contain her feeling.
’Why are you so abominably inconsiderate, Clifford?’ she
said to him.
’Of whom?’
’Of the keeper! If that is what you call ruling classes, I’m
sorry for you.’
’Why?’
’A man who’s been ill, and isn’t strong! My word, if I were
the serving classes, I’d let you wait for service. I’d let you
whistle.’
’I quite believe it.’