Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #2

He's repelled by the naked faces

of English women.

If only they'd covered their faces...

...what fire of passion

would have run through him.

That's amusing.

It's a pity we never see anything

of people but their face.

After all, the worst part

of most people is their face.

You mean if we covered our faces

and walked about naked?

Like Renoir. Why not?

And a torso in sculpture is often

so lovely without a head.

- It has a life of its own.

- Perhaps.

Sorry if I was unpleasant

this afternoon.

Good morning, milady.

And the bishop moves this way, yes?

- That's right, and the knight moves...

- One ahead and two diagonally.

You look beautiful.

What are you gonna do today?

Nothing in particular.

If you've nothing better to do,

why not try again?

- Try what?

- Find out about the pheasant's eggs.

- If you want me to.

- Thank you, darling.

There.

- Youre very quick.

- That I am, sir.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Quiet. Hey.

Lie down.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- What can I do for you?

- When will you set the eggs?

Already started. It's under control.

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...

...in time, you will find your way.

- Good afternoon, Father.

- Good afternoon.

A period of trial.

Keep still, Mrs. B.

This is hard enough

without you fidgeting all the time.

- Oh, it's you.

- Not bad.

- Want to play seriously?

- If you like. Youll probably win.

I haven't got the hang of it this way.

Well, it'll be a change for me to win.

I hear you did something

rather out of character today.

- Went to church, did you?

- Yes.

What on earth for?

I thought I'd book an appointment

with the Holy Ghost.

Milady.

Sit.

- Yes, Mellors?

- Got that key for you, milady.

- Was it a lot of trouble?

- No. How could it be?

- Thank you, then.

- Come on.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Morning. Am I late?

- Not at all.

- Did you sleep well, milady?

Thank you, Mrs. Bolton.

Well, I'll have some breakfast.

Yes, see you later.

Go in there.

Come on, my little ones, come on.

Come on, my little ones, come on.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Shame about Sir Clifford, isn't it?

Fair, young wife and this land

and no children to pass it on to.

That shows how little you know.

Sir Clifford's getting stronger.

Thank you, Robert. That will be all.

My prescription seems to have worked.

- Youve done wonders for Clifford.

- I meant fresh air, healthy activity.

It's not much of a life for a woman

if her heart never works.

There's many who have no real hearts.

But if you've got a heart,

you don't want to live for money.

I'm sure you're right.

If there's something to make one say

more than one should, it's because...

...you're a true woman and a body's

heart burns for you, not against you.

I know you wouldn't do

anything against me.

Neither shall anyone else

if I can help it.

Good girl.

- Hello.

- Hello.

You weren't ill then.

Nurse went away,

so I stayed with Sir Clifford.

I see.

- What lovely, soft creatures.

- Aye, pretty young things.

- There.

- Come, baby.

- They don't like me.

- Then we'll find one that does.

Go on.

It's not worth crying for.

There, there.

It's all right.

Youre beautiful.

So beautiful.

I'm sorry I'm late. Why don't

I do that today? Youre excused.

I'm sorry I'm late. Why don't

I do that today? Youre excused.

- Very good, milady.

- What a nice idea.

Want a game in a minute?

I don't want to beat you again.

You won't today. I've been practising.

- Don't go, Mrs. Bolton.

- Excuse me, milady.

- Join us, you're part of the family.

- Thank you.

- How do you like your tea?

- Very strong, lots of sugar.

Strong, sweet tea.

I got the taste from my husband.

- Is it many years since he died?

- I was 24.

- How awful.

- Yes, same age you were widowed, Con.

Now, we're going to get you

back on your feet, aren't we?

- Yes.

- I don't know how you lived through it.

I didn't think I could.

The heart makes up for a lot.

I miss him, but I'll never forget him.

He'd never have left me,

and I'll never leave him.

A lesson to us all, Con.

I mean, that's very touching, Mrs. B.

- Youll never leave me, will you?

- Clifford.

Once a wife in your heart,

always a wife, I say.

Come on, Mrs. B.

- Can't think straight.

- Don't you want to win all my money?

- It's late.

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