Clifford glanced round yellow with anger.

“Will you get off there!”

The keeper dropped his hold at once, and Clifford added: “How shall I know what she is doing!”

The man put his gun down and began to pull on his coat. He’d done.

The chair began slowly to run backwards.

“Clifford, your brake!” cried Connie.

She, Mellors, and Clifford moved at once, Connie and the keeper jostling lightly. The chair stood. There was a moment of dead silence.

“It’s obvious I’m at everybody’s mercy!” said Clifford. He was yellow with anger.