Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #6

with snares and rabbits, this morning.

- Where are they?

- Outside, sir.

What should I do about them?

- Prosecute.

- Yes, sir.

Is it necessary to prosecute them?

Is it necessary to poach rabbits?

Or anything else for that matter?

They'd be all over the wood

if we didn't prosecute.

- You were colliers, weren't you?

- Yes, milady.

You see, they're poaching

because they're hungry...

Her ladyship is right.

We won't prosecute. Let them go.

- After you've thrashed them.

- Clifford!

He'll thrash them, or he'll consider

his employment here ended.

Go on.

Good!

Thank you, Mellors.

Come on, then.

- Youre late.

- I meant to be.

- Didn't you want me here?

- Is it only to be when you want?

What happened to those

poachers didn't bother you?

- It didn't seem to bother you.

- Should I have disobeyed him?

You would have beaten them anyway.

- Even so.

- Even so, milady.

Okay, I'm sorry.

That's enough now.

- Good.

- Faster today. A couple more.

That's good.

To be honest, when we started...

...I thought it was hopeless.

But now I think you can do it.

- What happens if you have a child?

- I should like to have a child.

What about Sir Clifford?

Clifford talked about it.

- He wants a son and heir.

- What?

He knows about me?

If you have a child, you'll tell him?

If he ever suspects about you,

I'd have to go away.

What for?

I couldn't live without you...

...but I couldn't live with him

if he knew about you.

Wouldn't fret if you went away

and never saw me again?

Yes, I'd mind. I'd fret.

- Should you mind?

- Aye, that I would.

I should like you to lie one night

with me at my cottage, just for once.

I must go now.

Sorry, milady.

- Where's Sir Clifford?

- In the library.

- Perhaps he didn't hear.

- I'll tell him.

Milady.

- Aren't you coming in to dinner?

- Yes, I'm starving.

I just want to finish

with these plans.

What is it, the mine?

I can't father a dynasty.

I can't paint like Renoir.

It has to be business, Con.

Immortality must be

the name Chatterley.

We start with the mine.

Are you listening to me?

We'll have to make sacrifices

in income and capital...

...because we must modernise it.

Good night, Clifford.

Good night, Con. Sleep well.

I was scared you wouldn't come today.

What do you come

to a fellow like me for?

Because you can take it

or leave it as you please?

I saw you once, washing.

- I thought you were beautiful.

- Me?

Y our body was beautiful. I wanted you.

My body, beautiful?

To you? As knows all

the tiptop young fellas?

- I don't mean handsome.

- Handsome is as handsome does.

You don't take me serious, do you?

What am I to you?

What do your sort say?

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