Hamlet of a fellow with straight black hair and a weird Celtic conceit of himself. His art was all tubes and valves and spirals and strange colours, ultra modern, yet with a certain power, even a certain purity of form and tone: only Mellors thought it cruel and repellent. He did not venture to say so, for Duncan was almost insane on the point of his art; it was a personal cult, a personal religion with him.
They were looking at the pictures in the studio, and Duncan kept his smallish brown eyes on the other man. He wanted to hear what the gamekeeper would say. He knew already Connie's and Hilda's opinions.
"It is like a pure bit of murder," said Mellors at last; a speech Duncan by no means expected from a gamekeeper.
"And who is murdered?" asked Hilda, rather coldly and sneeringly.
"Me! It murders all the bowels of compassion in a man."
A wave of pure hate came out of the artist. He heard the note of dislike in the other man's voice, and the note of contempt. And he himself loathed the mention of bowels of compassion. Sickly sentiment!
Mellors stood rather tall and thin, worn-looking, gazing with flickering detachment that was something like the dancing of a moth on the wing, at the pictures.
"Perhaps stupidity is murdered; sentimental stupidity," sneered the artist.
"Do you think so? I think all these tubes and corrugated vibrations are stupid enough for anything, and pretty sentimental. They show a lot of self-pity and an awful lot of nervous self-opinion, seems to me."
In another wave of hate, the artist's face looked yellow. But with a sort of silent hauteur he turned the pictures to the wall.
"I think we may go to the dining-room," he said.
And they trailed off, dismally.
After coffee, Duncan said:
"I don't at all mind posing as the father of Connie's child. But only on the condition that she'll come and pose as a model for me. I've wanted her for years, and she's always refused." He uttered it with the dark finality of an inquisitor announcing an auto da fé.
"Ah!" said Mellors. "You only do it on condition, then?"
