Sons and Lovers. D. H. Lawrence

should have her own money if she’s so grand,” said Paul.

      “She should, but she hasn’t. I asked him. And I know he doesn’t buy her a gold bangle for nothing. I wonder whoever bought me a gold bangle.”

      William was succeeding with his “Gipsy,” as he called her. He asked the girl—her name was Louisa Lily Denys Western—for a photograph to send to his mother. The photo came—a handsome brunette, taken in profile, smirking slightly—and, it might be, quite naked, for on the photograph not a scrap of clothing was to be seen, only a naked bust.

      “Yes,” wrote Mrs. Morel to her son, “the photograph of Louie is very striking, and I can see she must be attractive. But do you think, my boy, it was very good taste of a girl to give her young man that photo to send to his mother—the first? Certainly the shoulders are beautiful, as you say. But I hardly expected to see so much of them at the first view.”

      Morel found the photograph standing on the chiffonier in the parlour. He came out with it between his thick thumb and finger.

      “Who dost reckon this is?” he asked of his wife.

      “It’s the girl our William is going with,” replied Mrs. Morel.

      “H’m! ‘er’s a bright spark, from th’ look on ‘er, an’ one as wunna do him owermuch good neither. Who is she?”

      “Her name is Louisa Lily Denys Western.”

      “An’ come again to-morrer!” exclaimed the miner. “An’ is ‘er an actress?”

      “She is not. She’s supposed to be a lady.”

      “I’ll bet!” he exclaimed, still staring at the photo. “A lady, is she? An’ how much does she reckon ter keep up this sort o’ game on?”

      “On nothing. She lives with an old aunt, whom she hates, and takes what bit of money’s given her.”

      “H’m!” said Morel, laying down the photograph. “Then he’s a fool to ha’ ta’en up wi’ such a one as that.”

      “Dear Mater,” William replied. “I’m sorry you didn’t like the photograph. It never occurred to me when I sent it, that you mightn’t think it decent. However, I told Gyp that it didn’t quite suit your prim and proper notions, so she’s going to send you another, that I hope will please you better. She’s always being photographed; in fact, the photographers ask her if they may take her for nothing.”

      Presently the new photograph came, with a little silly note from the girl. This time the young lady was seen in a black satin evening bodice, cut square, with little puff sleeves, and black lace hanging down her beautiful arms.