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nature, cold, almost visionary, business-clever. In business
he was quite inhuman.
And in this Mrs Bolton triumphed. ‘How he’s getting on!’
she would say to herself in pride. ‘And that’s my doing! My
word, he’d never have got on like this with Lady Chatterley.
She was not the one to put a man forward. She wanted too
much for herself.’
At the same time, in some corner of her weird female
soul, how she despised him and hated him! He was to her
the fallen beast, the squirming monster. And while she
aided and abetted him all she could, away in the remotest
corner of her ancient healthy womanhood she despised him
with a savage contempt that knew no bounds. The merest
tramp was better than he.
His behaviour with regard to Connie was curious. He
insisted on seeing her again. He insisted, moreover, on her
coming to Wragby. On this point he was finally and abso-
lutely fixed. Connie had promised to come back to Wragby,
faithfully.
’But is it any use?’ said Mrs Bolton. ‘Can’t you let her go,
and be rid of her?’
’No! She said she was coming back, and she’s got to
come.’
Mrs Bolton opposed him no more. She knew what she
was dealing with.
I needn’t tell you what effect your letter has had on me
[he wrote to Connie to London]. Perhaps you can imagine
it if you try, though no doubt you won’t trouble to use your
imagination on my behalf.

Lady Chatterly’s Lover