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going to be about!
I like your picture of Sir Malcolm striding into the sea
with white hair blowing and pink flesh glowing. I envy you
that sun. Here it rains. But I don’t envy Sir Malcolm his
inveterate mortal carnality. However, it suits his age. Ap-
parently one grows more carnal and more mortal as one
grows older. Only youth has a taste of immortality—
This news affected Connie in her state of semi-stupefied
ell being with vexation amounting to exasperation. Now
she ad got to be bothered by that beast of a woman! Now she
must start and fret! She had no letter from Mellors. They
had agreed not to write at all, but now she wanted to hear
from him personally. After all, he was the father of the child
that was coming. Let him write!
But how hateful! Now everything was messed up. How
foul those low people were! How nice it was here, in the
sunshine and the indolence, compared to that dismal mess
of that English Midlands! After all, a clear sky was almost
the most important thing in life.
She did not mention the fact of her pregnancy, even to
Hilda. She wrote to Mrs Bolton for exact information.
Duncan Forbes, an artist friend of theirs, had arrived
at the Villa Esmeralda, coming north from Rome. Now
he made a third in the gondola, and he bathed with them
across the lagoon, and was their escort: a quiet, almost taci-
turn young man, very advanced in his art.
She had a letter from Mrs Bolton:
You will be pleased, I am sure, my Lady, when you see
Sir Clifford. He’s looking quite blooming and working very