Oliver Mellors الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

The villagers view Mellors with a mixture of resentment and curiosity. They call him "that Stuck-up Mellors." They resent that he "talks fine" (Standard English) when it suits him, acting like a gentleman, yet lives like a hermit. Rumors abound about his time in the army—some say he was a hero, others say he was ruined by it. They gossip endlessly about his estranged wife, Bertha, and the loud, violent arguments that used to spill out of their cottage. The general consensus is that he is a "woman-hater," a man who prefers the company of his dog and his birds to human society. To the gentry, he is a "character." Sir Clifford Chatterley regards him as a good gamekeeper—efficient, honest, and terrifying to poachers—but "insolent." They notice that he does not touch his cap with the requisite humility. He stands too straight. He looks them in the eye too long. They tolerate his "eccentricities" (his isolation, his moods) because he keeps the estate in perfect order and ensures the pheasants are ready for the shoot. However, there is a lingering unease; he is a servant who does not feel like a servant. He is often seen striding through the woods with his gun, a figure of "swift menace" that makes the guests nervous. In the village or when dealing with intruders, he is cold, clipped, and efficient. He uses his authority as a shield. He is known to be fierce with trespassers, especially women, whom he often chases off with a harsh tongue. This hostility is a performance, a way to ensure his sanctuary remains unviolated. He is rarely seen without his red spaniel, Flossie, and is often observed working on the pheasant coops with a focused, almost meditative intensity.