Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

He would dearly have liked the children to talk to him,
but they could not. Sometimes Mrs. Morel would say:
"You ought to tell your father."
Paul won a prize in a competition in a child's paper.
Everybody was highly jubilant.
"Now you'd better tell your father when be comes in,"
said Mrs. Morel. "You know how be carries on and says he's never
told anything."
"All right," said Paul. But he would almost rather have
forfeited the prize than have to tell his father.
"I've won a prize in a competition, dad," he said.
Morel turned round to him.
"Have you, my boy? What sort of a competition?"