Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

"Ha! I can' an' a', tha mucky little 'ussy."
With which he stood watching her a moment, then went away
to wait for her.
When he chose he could still make himself again a real gallant.
Usually he preferred to go out with a scarf round his neck.
Now, however, he made a toilet. There seemed so much gusto in the way
he puffed and swilled as he washed himself, so much alacrity with
which he hurried to the mirror in the kitchen, and, bending because
it was too low for him, scrupulously parted his wet black hair,
that it irritated Mrs. Morel. He put on a turn-down collar,
a black bow, and wore his Sunday tail-coat. As such, he looked
spruce, and what his clothes would not do, his instinct for making
the most of his good looks would.
At half-past nine Jerry Purdy came to call for his pal.
Jerry was Morel's bosom friend, and Mrs. Morel disliked him.
He was a tall, thin man, with a rather foxy face, the kind