KIPPS
Chitterlow was confoundedly difficult to explain. You could hardly imagine!
There was an almost motherly anxiety in Helen's manner, blended with the resolution of a schoolmistress to get to the bottom of the affair. Kipps' ears were soon quite brightly red.
"Have you seen one of his plays?"
"'E's tole me about one."
"But on the stage."
"No. He 'asn't 'ad any on the stage yet. That's all coming. . . ."
"Promise me," she said in conclusion, "you won't do anything without consulting me."
And of course Kipps promised. "Oo—no!"
They went on their way in silence.
"One can't know everybody," said Helen in general."
"Of course," said Kipps; "in a sort of way it was him that helped me to my money." And he indicated in a confused manner the story of the advertisement. "I don't like to drop 'im all at once," he added.
Helen was silent for a space, and when she spoke she went off at a tangent. "We shall live in London—soon," she remarked. "It's only while we are here."
It was the first intimation she gave him of their post-nuptial prospects.
"We shall have a nice little flat somewhere, not too far west, and there we shall build up a circle of our own."
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