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

by D. H. Lawrence

Don't tear that!

HOLROYD (shouting)

Then what the deuce am I to do? (Mrs. Holroyd sits stonily) Oh, a' right then! (He hops back to his chair, sits down, and begins to pull on his stocking) A' right then—a' right then. (In a fever of rage he begins pulling on his boots) I'll go where I can find a bit o' rag.

MRS. HOLROYD

Yes, that's what you want! All you want is an excuse to be off again—"a bit of rag"!

HOLROYD (shouting)

An' what man'd want to stop in wi' a woman sittin' as fow as a jackass, an' canna get a word from 'er edgeways.

MRS. HOLROYD

Don't expect me to speak to you after to-night's show. How dare you bring them to my house, how dare you?

HOLROYD