Elizabeth thinks Walter's drinking problem might be the cause of his absence. What stretch of horror for this helpless man! She censures him for remarrying in her view too soon, yet the reader tends to sympathize with the bluff parent who had wanted to save himself from loneliness. She took up her sewing and stitched for some time without raising her head. A large bony vine clutched at the house, as if to claw down the tiled roof. Earlier in the day, Walter is not literary present in the story; he is the essential element in the life of the Bates family.
The story begins quite gently, weaving out a simple life of a family from a mining town. This short story discusses the life of a dramatic family, whose members are alienated and distanced from each other, specially the wife and the husband. If I'm not wrong 4. She went to the stairfoot door, opened it, listening. Then she fell to counting the shoes of various sizes scattered over the floor. She stood still in the pantry doorway, listening. Bates's values is also implied by the actions of her son and daughter.
Elizabeth glances outside once more. Elizabeth remembered that they were bringing him home, and she must be ready. She felt that in the next world he would be a stranger to her. How long is it, six months — or is it five, Lizzie? This short story discusses the life of a dramatic family, whose members are alienated and distanced from each other, specially the wife and the husband. Elizabeth's character is without any doubt wonderfully sketched.
The three men waited in silence while she mopped up the water with a duster. It's worth noting also that the young boy John is following in her father's footsteps in his demand for the women of the house to provide warmth. She doesn't yet know how right she is. Suddenly, feeling sorry, she breaks off a sprig of the fading flowers, holds them against her face, and tucks them into her apron-band. Elizabeth imagines that her husband has probably slunk past the house to drink at a pub while his dinner spoils on the table.
Bates is a toper; Mr. The woman looked piercingly through the dusk. Because she did not take care of him, did not have the bravery to argue with him. A great dread and weariness held her: she was so unavailing. It radiates beyond description to become representative of the plight of humans in.
There was a cold, deathly smell of chrysanthemums in the room. The room was clammy and dim with only one candle, so that she had to bend her face almost to the floor. The boy is surly, advancing slowly in clothes that are evidently cut down from a grown man's clothing. And this is what I came here for, to this dirty hole, rats and all, for him to slink past his very door. If he was killed — would she be able to manage on the little pension and what she could earn? I know a limited amount about the life of D. The wife and the husband suffer from lack of clear communications.
She rose, went into the kitchen, where she poured warm water into a bowl, brought soap and flannel and a soft towel. When they had put on their night-dresses, they said their prayers, the boy mumbling. She took up her sewing and stitched for some time without raising her head. The story reminds us how grim and desperate working class life was in the English Midlands a hundred years ago. She set down the candle and looked round.
She was afraid with a bottomless fear, so she ministered to him. The idea that Lawrence is trying to present because I didn't get it. Although the mine is dark, we can notice the life in Walter as if he is the only bright thing there. Any wife who has a husband who loves the bottle would find familiar the vacillating anger-and-fear emotion she feels here as so skillfully presented by D. The engine driver, the woman's father, leans out of the cab over the woman and asks cheerily if she has a cup of tea. Her mother gives a short laugh and disagrees, saying that chrysanthemums were present when she married their father, when Annie was born, and when others first brought home their drunk father. Elizabeth is not brave enough to face her husband and fix their problems.
The lad, his face a dusky mark on the shadow, sat watching her who was transfigured in the red glow. Directly, gratefully, came quick young steps to the door. The candle-light glittered on the lustre-glasses, on the two vases that held some of the pink chrysanthemums, and on the dark mahogany. She was shocked by this interruption, and seemed to wonder. On many occasions before, her husband w Moving and thought-provoking. For a few moments she stood steadily watching the miners as they passed along the railway: then she turned towards the brook course. When he doesn't, she assumes he's gone drinking in one of the local pubs.
Bates came down, the room was strangely empty, with a tension of expectancy. When Elizabeth came down she found her mother alone on the parlour floor, leaning over the dead man, the tears dropping on him. He is portrayed through the conversation, thoughts, and attitudes of the others. What a fool she had been to imagine that anything had happened to him! She realized she is alive, maybe she will show more concern to the feelings toward other people. When her husband does not come home, she goes out of the house trying to find her husband. She knew that the woman across the yard was standing at her door listening, but she did not care. Lawrence's short stories portray complex, flawed interior lives, showing individuals facing momentous emotional events.