And Mrs. Bolton sailed down with the huge and very black box in her arms, flushing bright pink in her excitement.

Mr. Betts drove her in the trap to her house in the village, with the box. And she had to have a few friends in, to show it: the schoolmistress, the chemist’s wife, Mrs. Weedon the under-cashier’s wife. They thought it marvellous. And then started the whisper of Lady Chatterley’s child.

“Wonders’ll never cease!” said Mrs. Weedon.