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But that was no good. The scandal would come out just
the same. And if Connie was going with the man, she’d
better be able to marry him. This was Hilda’s opinion. Sir
Malcolm wasn’t sure. The affair might still blow over.
’But will you see him, Father?’
Poor Sir Malcolm! he was by no means keen on it. And
poor Mellors, he was still less keen. Yet the meeting took
place: a lunch in a private room at the club, the two men
alone, looking one another up and down.
Sir Malcolm drank a fair amount of whisky, Mellors also
drank. And they talked all the while about India, on which
the young man was well informed.
This lasted during the meal. Only when coffee was served,
and the waiter had gone, Sir Malcolm lit a cigar and said,
heartily:
’Well, young man, and what about my daughter?’
The grin flickered on Mellors’ face.
’Well, Sir, and what about her?’
’You’ve got a baby in her all right.’
’I have that honour!’ grinned Mellors.
’Honour, by God!’ Sir Malcolm gave a little squirting
laugh, and became Scotch and lewd. ‘Honour! How was the
going, eh? Good, my boy, what?’
’Good!’
’I’ll bet it was! Ha-ha! My daughter, chip of the old block,
what! I never went back on a good bit of fucking, myself.
Though her mother, oh, holy saints!’ He rolled his eyes to
heaven. ‘But you warmed her up, oh, you warmed her up, I
can see that. Ha-ha! My blood in her! You set fire to her hay-

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