"Do you think there is a second key to that little hut not far from John's Well, where the pheasants are reared?" she said.
"There may be. Why?"
"I happened to find it today—and I'd never seen it before. I think it's a darling place. I could sit there sometimes, couldn't I?"
"Was Mellors there?"
"Yes! That's how I found it: his hammering. He didn't seem to like my intruding at all. In fact he was almost rude when I asked about a second key."
"What did he say?"
"Oh nothing: just his manner; and he said he knew nothing about keys."
"There may be one in father's study. Betts knows them all; they're all there. I'll get him to look."
"Oh do!" she said.
"So Mellors was almost rude?"