Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #3

Be better than last year, tell him.

- May I?

- If you'd like.

- It's very pleasant here.

- You think so?

Yes. I shall come here

and see the birds, watch them grow.

Will you, now?

Are there two keys to the hut?

- Do you hear me?

- There's only one key.

- Couldn't you have one made?

- Aye, we could.

Only, why doesn't Sir Clifford build

a little summerhouse for you?

No, I want to watch the pheasants.

I have to be on me own,

now that the birds are laying.

- I shan't interfere.

- Birds don't like strangers around.

- I want a key. When can I have it?

- How many bosses do I have, anyway?

Don't make a key. On second thought,

I don't ever want to be here again.

Clifford? I gave Mellors your message.

What's this?

I've decided to try my hand again,

thinking of Renoir.

- What a good idea.

- Of course, I was never very good.

I wonder what I'll see now,

after all that's happened.

- Well, there's always me.

- Youll have to join the queue.

- Mrs. B's already asked.

- How can she?

- She's gonna stay a while.

- Nothing serious, is it?

No, she just thought

it would free you more.

She'll give me my exercises.

She may as well be here.

- It's marvellous, isn't it?

- Marvellous.

Youll be staying with us a while.

That's good.

I think it's for the best.

Did you find Mr. Mellors today?

I did. He's the most insolent man

I've ever talked to.

He was a defiant little demon,

even when he was a lad.

- You know him, then?

- He prefers to keep his own company.

I thought he had a heart,

if anybody could get there.

- A heart.

- He just gets most women's backs up.

Like he has with you.

- Club.

- Ace.

You can't do that.

Youre cheating.

That's you. My go. Jack.

- Card change.

- I'm tired. I think I'll go up.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night.

- Ten.

- Ten.

- Eight and change.

- Change of suit?

- Yes.

- To what?

- Clubs.

- Clubs.

Clifford, I have a problem.

You said I should take a lover.

- Want me to choose for you, do you?

- No, but what if I have a child?

Would you mind if I had a child?

- If you had whose child?

- I don't know.

Couldn't you promise it'd

be by the Holy Ghost?

- Would you mind?

- Whose child?

But need you ask?

Isn't it the Holy Ghost

if one looks at it that way?

All right, my dear, breed.

It's nature's law.

I trust my son and heir will have

a father worthy of a baronet.

But I trust your taste.

- It is a sacrifice for both of you.

- A sacrifice to what?

To God's will.

Can't you come out

from under your pieties...

...and speak to me

as a man to a woman?

- To condone something you have done?

- No.

Perhaps if you look upon things

as a period of trial...

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