Sons and Lovers eBook

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“Oh, I’d come!” exclaimed William.

Then the son turned round to his mother.

“But you look well,” she said proudly, laughing.

“Well!” he exclaimed.  “I should think so—­coming home!”

He was a fine fellow, big, straight, and fearless-looking.  He looked round at the evergreens and the kissing bunch, and the little tarts that lay in their tins on the hearth.

“By jove! mother, it’s not different!” he said, as if in relief.

Everybody was still for a second.  Then he suddenly sprang forward, picked a tart from the hearth, and pushed it whole into his mouth.

“Well, did iver you see such a parish oven!” the father exclaimed.

He had brought them endless presents.  Every penny he had he had spent on them.  There was a sense of luxury overflowing in the house.  For his mother there was an umbrella with gold on the pale handle.  She kept it to her dying day, and would have lost anything rather than that.  Everybody had something gorgeous, and besides, there were pounds of unknown sweets:  Turkish delight, crystallised pineapple, and such-like things which, the children thought, only the splendour of London could provide.  And Paul boasted of these sweets among his friends.

“Real pineapple, cut off in slices, and then turned into crystal—­fair grand!”

Everybody was mad with happiness in the family.  Home was home, and they loved it with a passion of love, whatever the suffering had been.  There were parties, there were rejoicings.  People came in to see William, to see what difference London had made to him.  And they all found him “such a gentleman, and such a fine fellow, my word”!

When he went away again the children retired to various places to weep alone.  Morel went to bed in misery, and Mrs. Morel felt as if she were numbed by some drug, as if her feelings were paralysed.  She loved him passionately.

He was in the office of a lawyer connected with a large shipping firm, and at the midsummer his chief offered him a trip in the Mediterranean on one of the boats, for quite a small cost.  Mrs. Morel wrote:  “Go, go, my boy.  You may never have a chance again, and I should love to think of you cruising there in the Mediterranean almost better than to have you at home.”  But William came home for his fortnight’s holiday.  Not even the Mediterranean, which pulled at all his young man’s desire to travel, and at his poor man’s wonder at the glamorous south, could take him away when he might come home.  That compensated his mother for much.

CHAPTER V

PAUL LAUNCHES INTO LIFE

Morel was rather a heedless man, careless of danger.  So he had endless accidents.  Now, when Mrs. Morel heard the rattle of an empty coal-cart cease at her entry-end, she ran into the parlour to look, expecting almost to see her husband seated in the waggon, his face grey under his dirt, his body limp and sick with some hurt or other.  If it were he, she would run out to help.

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