Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence

Author:D. H. Lawrence
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Man-woman relationships, England, General, Romance, Married women, Adultery, Gamekeepers, Classics
ISBN: 9780553903386
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2007-08-15T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CONNIE WAS SORTING OUT one of the Wragby lumber rooms. There were several: the house was a warren, and the family never sold anything. Sir Geoffrey’s father had liked pictures and Sir Geoffrey’s mother had liked cinquecentobe furniture. Sir Geoffrey himself had liked old carved oak chests, vestry chests. So it went on through the generations. Clifford collected very modern pictures, at very moderate prices.

So in the lumber room there were bad Sir Edwin Landseers1 and pathetic William Henry Hunt birds’ nests:2 and other Academy stuff, enough to frighten the daughter of an R.A. She determined to look through it one day, and clear it all. And the grotesque furniture interested her.

Wrapped up carefully to preserve it from damage and dry-rot was the old family cradle, of rosewood. She had to unwrap it, to look at it. It had a certain charm: she looked at it a long time.

“It’s a thousand pities it won’t be called for,” sighed Mrs. Bolton, who was helping. “Though cradles like that are out-of-date nowadays.”

“It might be called for. I might have a child,” said Connie casually, as if saying she might have a new hat.

“You mean, if anything happened to Sir Clifford!” stammered Mrs. Bolton.

“No! I mean as things are. It’s only muscular paralysis with Sir Clifford—it doesn’t affect him,” said Connie, lying as naturally as breathing.

Clifford had put the idea into her head. He had said: “Of course, I may have a child yet. I’m not really mutilated at all. The potency may easily come back even if the muscles of the hips and legs are paralyzed. And then the seed may be transferred.”

He really felt, when he had his periods of energy and worked so hard at the question of the mines, as if his sexual potency were returning. Connie had looked at him in terror. But she was quite quick-witted enough to use his suggestion for her own preservation. For she would have a child if she could: but not his.

Mrs. Bolton was for a moment breathless, flabbergasted. Then she didn’t believe it: she saw in it a ruse. Yet doctors could do such things nowadays. They might sort of graft seed.

“Well, my Lady, I only hope and pray you may. It would be lovely for you: and for everybody. My word, a child in Wragby, what a difference it would make!”

“Wouldn’t it!” said Connie.

And she chose three R.A. pictures of sixty years ago, to send to the Duchess of Shortlands for that lady’s next charitable bazaar. She was called “the bazaar duchess,” and she would be delighted with three framed R.A.’s. She might even call, on the strength of them. How curious Clifford was when she called!

But oh, my dear! Mrs. Bolton was thinking to herself: Is it Oliver Mellors’ child you’re preparing us for? Oh, my dear, that would be a Tevershall baby in the Wragby cradle, my word! Wouldn’t shame it, neither!

Among other monstrosities in this lumber room was a largish black japannedbf box, excellently and ingeniously made some sixty or seventy years ago, and fitted with every imaginable object.

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