Part 31 (1/2)

”It all depends, if you don't mind being told.”

”By you?”

”I don't expect you to be told by strangers.”

”Oo!” said Kipps, expressing much.

”You know, there are just a few little things. For instance, you know, you are careless with your p.r.o.nunciation.... You don't mind my telling you?”

”I like it,” said Kipps.

”There's aitches.”

”I know,” said Kipps, and then, endorsingly, ”I been told. Fact is, I know a chap, a Nacter, _he's_ told me. He's told me, and he's going to give me a lesso nor so.”

”I'm glad of that. It only requires a little care.”

”Of course. On the stage they got to look out. They take regular lessons.”

”Of course,” said Helen, a little absently.

”I dessay I shall soon get into it,” said Kipps.

”And then there's dress,” said Helen, taking up her thread again.

Kipps became pink, but he remained respectfully attentive.

”You don't mind?” she said.

”Oo, no.”

”You mustn't be too--too dressy. It's possible to be over-conventional, over-elaborate. It makes you look like a shop--like a common, well-off person. There's a sort of easiness that is better. A real gentleman looks right, without looking as though he had tried to be right.”

”Jest as though 'e'd put on what came first?” said the pupil, in a faded voice.

”Not exactly that, but a sort of ease.”

Kipps nodded his head intelligently. In his heart he was kicking his silk hat about the room in an ecstasy of disappointment.

”And you must accustom yourself to be more at your ease when you are with people,” said Helen. ”You've only got to forget yourself a little and not be anxious----”

”I'll try,” said Kipps, looking rather hard at the teapot. ”I'll do my best to try.”

”I know you will,” she said, and laid a hand for an instant upon his shoulder and withdrew it.

He did not perceive her caress. ”One has to learn,” he said. His attention was distracted by the strenuous efforts that were going on in the back of his head to translate, ”I say, didn't you ought to name the day?” into easy as well as elegant English, a struggle that was still undecided when the time came for them to part....

He sat for a long time at the open window of his sitting-room with an intent face, recapitulating that interview. His eyes rested at last almost reproachfully on the silk hat beside him. ”'Ow is one to know?”

he asked. His attention was caught by a rubbed place in the nap, and, still thoughtful, he rolled up his handkerchief skilfully into a soft ball and began to smooth this down.