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

by D. H. Lawrence

Yes—once—

GRANDMOTHER

Oh, but he went wrong. An' he was a taking lad, as iver was. (She cries pitifully) And when I waked his father up and told him, he sat up in bed staring over his whiskers, and said should he come up? But when I'd managed to find the shirt and things, he was still in bed. You don't know what it is to live with a man that has no feeling. But you've washed him, Lizzie?

MRS. HOLROYD

I was finishing his head.

GRANDMOTHER

Let me do it, child.

MRS. HOLROYD

I'll finish that.

GRANDMOTHER