“There may be one in father’s study. Betts knows them all; they’re all there. I’ll get him to look.”
“Oh do!” she said.
“So Mellors was almost rude?”
“Oh, nothing, really! But I don’t think he wanted me to have the freedom of the castle, quite.”
“I don’t suppose he did.”
“Still, I don’t see why he should mind. It’s not his home, after all! It’s not his private abode. I don’t see why I shouldn’t sit there if I want to.”
“Quite!” said Clifford. “He thinks too much of himself, that man.”
“Do you think he does?”
“Oh decidedly! He thinks he’s something exceptional. You know he had a wife he didn’t get on with, so he joined up in 1915 and was sent out to India, I believe. Anyhow he was blacksmith to the cavalry in Egypt for a time; always was connected with horses, a clever fellow