KIPPS
"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 pronunciation. . . . You don't mind my telling you?"
"I like it," said Kipps.
"There are 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 lesson or 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."
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