to-it-all! But every parting means a meeting elsewhere. And every meeting is a new bondage."
"I'm not going to enter any new bondages."
"Don't boast, while the gods are listening," he said.
She pulled up short.
"No! I won't boast!" she said.
But she was thrilled, none the less, to be going off: to feel bonds snap. She couldn't help it.
Clifford, who couldn't sleep, gambled all night with Mrs. Bolton, till she was too sleepy almost to live.
And the day came round for Hilda to arrive. Connie had arranged with Mellors that if everything promised well for their night together, she would hang a green shawl out of the window. If there were frustration, a red one.
Mrs. Bolton helped Connie to pack.
"It will be so good for your ladyship to have a change."
"I think it will. You don't mind having Sir Clifford on your hands alone for a time, do you?"
"Oh, no! I can manage him quite all right. I mean, I can do all he needs me to do. Don't you think he's better than he used to be?"
"Oh much! You do wonders with him."
"Do I though! But men are all alike: just babies, and you have to flatter them and wheedle them and let them think they're having their own way. Don't you find it so, my Lady!"
"I'm afraid I haven't much experience."
Connie paused in her occupation.
"Even your husband, did you have to manage him, and wheedle him like a baby?" she asked, looking at the other woman.
Mrs. Bolton paused too.
"Well!" she said. "I had to do a good bit of coaxing, with him too. But he always knew what I was after, I must say that. But he generally gave in to me."
"He was never the lord and master thing?"
"No! At least there'd be a look in his eyes sometimes, and then I knew I'd got to give in. But usually he gave in to me. No, he was never lord and master. But neither was I. I knew when I could go no further with him, and then I gave in: though it cost me a good bit, sometimes."
"And what if you had held out against him?"
