The Widowing of Mrs. Holroyd: A Drama in Three Acts

by D. H. Lawrence

[He staggers to his feet, clinging to the table, and goes groping to the stairs. They creak loudly under his weight. A doorlatch is heard to click. In a moment Mrs. Holroyd comes quickly downstairs.

BLACKMORE

Has he gone to bed?

MRS. HOLROYD (nodding)

Lying on the bed.

BLACKMORE

Will he settle now?

MRS. HOLROYD

I don't know. He is like that sometimes. He will have delirium tremens if he goes on.