CHITTERLOW
Isle of Man, and I never struck a sofa in diggings anywhere that hadn't a broken spring. Not once—all the time."
He added almost absently: "It happens like that at times."
They descended the slant road towards Harbour Street and went on past the Pavilion Hotel.
§ 4
They came into the presence of old Methusaleh again; and that worthy under Chitterlow's direction at once resumed the illumination of Kipps' interior with the conscientious thoroughness that distinguished him. Chitterlow took a tall portion to himself with an air of asbestos, lit the bulldog pipe again, and lapsed for a space into meditation, from which Kipps roused him by remarking that he expected "a nacter 'as a lot of ups and downs like, now and then."
At which Chitterlow seemed to bestir himself. "Ra-ther," he said. "And sometimes it's his own fault and sometimes it isn't. Usually it is. If it isn't one thing it's another. If it isn't the manager's wife it's bar-bragging. I tell you things happen at times. I'm a fatalist. The fact is, Character has you. You can't get away from it. You may think you do, but you don't."
He reflected for a moment. "It's that what makes tragedy. Psychology really. It's the Greek irony—Ibsen and—all that. Up to date."
He emitted this exhaustive summary of high-toned
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