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Both
sisters
lived
in
their
father
’
s
,
really
their
mother
’
s
,
Kensington
house
,
and
mixed
with
the
young
Cambridge
group
,
the
group
that
stood
for
’
freedom
’
and
flannel
trousers
,
and
flannel
shirts
open
at
the
neck
,
and
a
well
-
bred
sort
of
emotional
anarchy
,
and
a
whispering
,
murmuring
sort
of
voice
,
and
an
ultra
-
sensitive
sort
of
manner
.
Hilda
,
however
,
suddenly
married
a
man
ten
years
older
than
herself
,
an
elder
member
of
the
same
Cambridge
group
,
a
man
with
a
fair
amount
of
money
,
and
a
comfortable
family
job
in
the
government
:
he
also
wrote
philosophical
essays
.
She
lived
with
him
in
a
smallish
house
in
Westminster
,
and
moved
in
that
good
sort
of
society
of
people
in
the
government
who
are
not
tip
-
toppers
,
but
who
are
,
or
would
be
,
the
real
intelligent
power
in
the
nation
:
people
who
know
what
they
’
re
talking
about
,
or
talk
as
if
they
did
.
Connie
did
a
mild
form
of
war
-
work
,
and
consorted
with
the
flannel
-
trousers
Cambridge
intransigents
,
who
gently
mocked
at
everything
,
so
far
.
Her
’
friend
’
was
a
Clifford
Chatterley
,
a
young
man
of
twenty
-
two
,
who
had
hurried
home
from
Bonn
,
where
he
was
studying
the
technicalities
of
coal
-
mining
.
He
had
previously
spent
two
years
at
Cambridge
.
Now
he
had
become
a
first
lieutenant
in
a
smart
regiment
,
so
he
could
mock
at
everything
more
becomingly
in
uniform
.
Clifford
Chatterley
was
more
upper
-
class
than
Connie
.
Connie
was
well
-
to
-
do
intelligentsia
,
but
he
was
aristocracy
.
Not
the
big
sort
,
but
still
it
.
His
father
was
a
baronet
,
and
his
mother
had
been
a
viscount
’
s
daughter
.
But
Clifford
,
while
he
was
better
bred
than
Connie
,
and
more
’
society
’
,
was
in
his
own
way
more
provincial
and
more
timid
.
He
was
at
his
ease
in
the
narrow
’
great
world
’
,
that
is
,
landed
aristocracy
society
,
but
he
was
shy
and
nervous
of
all
that
other
big
world
which
consists
of
the
vast
hordes
of
the
middle
and
lower
classes
,
and
foreigners
.
If
the
truth
must
be
told
,
he
was
just
a
little
bit
frightened
of
middle
-
and
lower
-
class
humanity
,
and
of
foreigners
not
of
his
own
class
.
He
was
,
in
some
paralysing
way
,
conscious
of
his
own
defencelessness
,
though
he
had
all
the
defence
of
privilege
.
Which
is
curious
,
but
a
phenomenon
of
our
day
.
Therefore
the
peculiar
soft
assurance
of
a
girl
like
Constance
Reid
fascinated
him
.
She
was
so
much
more
mistress
of
herself
in
that
outer
world
of
chaos
than
he
was
master
of
himself
.
Nevertheless
he
too
was
a
rebel
:
rebelling
even
against
his
class
.
Or
perhaps
rebel
is
too
strong
a
word
;
far
too
strong
.
He
was
only
caught
in
the
general
,
popular
recoil
of
the
young
against
convention
and
against
any
sort
of
real
authority
.
Fathers
were
ridiculous
:
his
own
obstinate
one
supremely
so
.
And
governments
were
ridiculous
:
our
own
wait
-
and
-
see
sort
especially
so
.
And
armies
were
ridiculous
,
and
old
buffers
of
generals
altogether
,
the
red
-
faced
Kitchener
supremely
.
Even
the
war
was
ridiculous
,
though
it
did
kill
rather
a
lot
of
people
.
In
fact
everything
was
a
little
ridiculous
,
or
very
ridiculous
:
certainly
everything
connected
with
authority
,
whether
it
were
in
the
army
or
the
government
or
the
universities
,
was
ridiculous
to
a
degree
.
And
as
far
as
the
governing
class
made
any
pretensions
to
govern
,
they
were
ridiculous
too
.
Sir
Geoffrey
,
Clifford
’
s
father
,
was
intensely
ridiculous
,
chopping
down
his
trees
,
and
weeding
men
out
of
his
colliery
to
shove
them
into
the
war
;
and
himself
being
so
safe
and
patriotic
;
but
,
also
,
spending
more
money
on
his
country
than
he
’
d
got
.
When
Miss
Chatterley
-
-
Emma
-
-
came
down
to
London
from
the
Midlands
to
do
some
nursing
work
,
she
was
very
witty
in
a
quiet
way
about
Sir
Geoffrey
and
his
determined
patriotism
.
Herbert
,
the
elder
brother
and
heir
,
laughed
outright
,
though
it
was
his
trees
that
were
felling
for
trench
props
.
But
Clifford
only
smiled
a
little
uneasily
.
Everything
was
ridiculous
,
quite
true
.
But
when
it
came
too
close
and
oneself
became
ridiculous
too
.
.
.
?
At
least
people
of
a
different
class
,
like
Connie
,
were
earnest
about
something
.
They
believed
in
something
.
They
were
rather
earnest
about
the
Tommies
,
and
the
threat
of
conscription
,
and
the
shortage
of
sugar
and
toffee
for
the
children
.
In
all
these
things
,
of
course
,
the
authorities
were
ridiculously
at
fault
.
But
Clifford
could
not
take
it
to
heart
.
To
him
the
authorities
were
ridiculous
ab
ovo
,
not
because
of
toffee
or
Tommies
.
