Lady Chatterley's Lover
She had to make up her mind what to do. She would leave Venice on the
Saturday that he was leaving Wragby: in six days' time. This would bring her to
London on the Monday following, and she would then see him. She wrote to him
to the London address, asking him to send her a letter to Hartland's hotel, and to
call for her on the Monday evening at seven.
Inside herself she was curiously and complicatedly angry, and all her responses
were numb. She refused to confide even in Hilda, and Hilda, offended by her
steady silence, had become rather intimate with a Dutch woman. Connie hated
these rather stifling intimacies between women, intimacy into which Hilda always
Sir Malcolm decided to travel with Connie, and Duncan could come on with Hilda.
The old artist always did himself well: he took berths on the Orient Express, in
spite of Connie's dislike of trains de luxe, the atmosphere of vulgar depravity
there is aboard them nowadays. However, it would make the journey to Paris
Sir Malcolm was always uneasy going back to his wife. It was habit carried over
from the first wife. But there would be a house-party for the grouse, and he
wanted to be well ahead. Connie, sunburnt and handsome, sat in silence,
forgetting all about the landscape.
"A little dull for you, going back to Wragby," said her father, noticing her
"I'm not sure I shall go back to Wragby," she said, with startling abruptness,
looking into his eyes with her big blue eyes. His big blue eyes took on the
frightened look of a man whose social conscience is not quite clear.
"You mean you'll stay on in Paris a while?"
"No! I mean never go back to Wragby."
He was bothered by his own little problems, and sincerely hoped he was getting
none of hers to shoulder.
"How's that, all at once?" he asked.
"I'm going to have a child."
It was the first time she had uttered the words to any living soul, and it seemed to
mark a cleavage in her life.
"How do you know?" said her father.
"How should I know?"
"But not Clifford's child, of course?"
"No! Another man's."
She rather enjoyed tormenting him.
"Do I know the man?" asked Sir Malcolm.
"No! You've never seen him."
There was a long pause.
"And what are your plans?"
"I don't know. That's the point."