This lasted during the meal. Only when coffee was served, and the waiter had gone, Sir Malcolm lit a cigar and said, heartily:
'Well, young man, and what about my daughter?'
The grin flickered on Mellors' face.
'Well, Sir, and what about her?'
'You've got a baby in her all right.'
'I have that honour!' grinned Mellors.
'Honour, by God!' Sir Malcolm gave a little squirting laugh, and became Scotch and lewd. 'Honour! How was the going, eh? Good, my boy, what?'
'Good!'
'I'll bet it was! Ha-ha! My daughter, chip of the old block, what! I never went back on a good bit of f*****g, myself. Though 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
