ansfixed, looking up at the house like a love-sick male dog outside the house where the bitch is? Goodness! The knowledge went through Mrs. Bolton like a shot. He was Lady Chatterley's lover! He! He!

他想做什么？他想把大家都叫醒吗？为何他傻呆呆地竖在那里，仰望着这座府邸，活像只发情的公狗，正在母狗家门前翘首企盼？天呢！博尔顿太太顿时恍然大悟。他就是查泰莱夫人的情郎！是他！竟然是他！

To think of it! Why, she, Ivy Bolton, had once been a tiny bit in love with him herself. When he was a lad of sixteen and she a woman of twenty-six. It was when she was studying, and he had helped her a lot with the anatomy and things she had had to learn. He'd been a clever boy, had a scholarship for Sheffield Grammar School, and learned French and things: and then after all had become an overhead blacksmith shoeing horses, because he was fond of horses, he said: but really because he was frightened to go out and face the world, only he'd never admit it.

想想吧！哦，她，艾维·博尔顿，也曾因他堕入情网。想当年，他16岁，还是懵懂少年，她26岁，已经丧夫寡居。那时，她正刻苦钻研医疗知识，而他在解剖学及其它方面，对她助益良多。昔日的他聪明伶俐，还拿到过谢菲尔德初中的奖学金，对法语