“Who? Why anybody! And Mellors. Does he come? He must come in the evenings.”

“Yes, he came later, when it had cleared up, to feed the pheasants with corn.”

She spoke with amazing nonchalance. Mrs. Bolton, who was listening in the next room, heard in sheer admiration. To think a woman could carry it off so naturally!

“And suppose he’d come while you were running about in the rain with nothing on, like a maniac?”

“I suppose he’d have had the fright of his life, and cleared out as fast as he could.”