her mother, oh, holy saints!” He rolled his eyes to heaven. "But you warmed her up, oh, you warmed her up, I can see that. Ha-ha! My blood in her! You set fire to her haystack all right. Ha-ha-ha! I was jolly glad of it, I can tell you. She needed it. Oh, she's a nice girl, she's a nice girl, and I knew she'd be good going, if only some damned man would set her stack on fire! Ha-ha-ha! A game-keeper, eh, my boy! Bloody good poacher, if you ask me. Ha-ha! But now, look here, speaking seriously, what are we going to do about it? Speaking seriously, you know!” Speaking seriously, they didn't get very far. Mellors, though a little tipsy, was much the soberer of the two. He kept the conversation as intelligent as possible: which isn't saying much.

“荣幸，天呢！”马尔科姆爵士笑得几乎把咖啡喷出来，然后摆出那副苏格兰人的下流面孔。“荣幸！感觉怎么样？很棒吧，年轻人，是不是？”“很棒！”“我敢打包票你会这么说！哈哈！那可是我的女儿，正所谓虎父无犬女，对吧？我从来不会为绝妙的性经历感到后悔。虽说她母亲，噢，愿神保佑她！”他仰头眼望天空。“可是你让她温暖起来，噢，是你让他重获激情，这逃不过我的眼睛。哈哈！她身上流着我的血液！你将她的激情重新点燃。哈哈哈！我不妨告诉你，我开心极了。她需要爱情的滋润。噢，她是个好姑娘，地道的好姑娘，我早就知道，只要哪个家伙能让她激情重燃，她准会容光焕发。哈哈哈！守林人，呵，小伙子！要我说的话，你可是个偷猎的好手。哈哈！可现在，听着，咱们言归正传，咱们到底该怎么处理这件事？说点正经的，你晓得！”真说正经的，他俩可真有点聊不到一起。梅勒斯虽说微醺，但却比老爵爷清醒得多。他尽量让交谈保持在理性的范围内，也就是说话越少越好。

"So you're a game-keeper! Oh, you're quite right! That sort of game is worth a man's while, eh, what? The test of a woman is when you pinch her bottom. You can tell just by the feel of her bottom if she's going to come up all right. Ha-ha! I envy you, my boy. How old are you?” "Thirty-nine.” The knight lifted his eyebrows.

“你是个守林人！你的行为无可指摘！男子汉即使费点神，也不会放过这样的猎物，对吧？只要捏捏女人的屁股，就会分清优劣。摸摸她的屁股，你就清楚她够不够劲儿。哈哈！我真羡慕你，孩子。你多大了？”“39。”老爵士挑起眉毛。

"As much as that! Well, you've another good twenty years, by the look of you. Oh, game-keeper or not, you're a good cock. I can see that with one eye shut. Not like that blasted Clifford! A lily-livered hound with never a fuck in him, never had. I like you, my boy, I'll bet you've a good cod on you; oh, you're a bantam, I can see that. You're a fig