“Well, young man, and what about my daughter?”

The grin flickered on Mellors’s face.

“Well, Sir, and what about her?”

“You’ve got a baby in her all right.”

“I have that honour!” grinned Mellors.

“Honour, by God!” Sir Malcolm gave a little squirting laugh, and became Scotch and lewd. “Honour! How was the going, eh? Good, my boy, what!?”

“Good!”