KIPPS ENTERS SOCIETY
They stared into each other's miserable eyes.
"Ann," he said. "I want to marry you."
Ann clutched the table edge. "You can't," she said faintly.
He made as if to approach her around the table, and she took a step that restored their distance.
"I must," he said.
"You can't."
"I must. You got to marry me, Ann."
"You can't go marrying everybody. You got to marry 'er."
"I shan't."
Ann shook her head. "You're engaged to that girl. Lady, rather. You can't be engaged to me."
"I don't want to be engaged to you. I been engaged. I want to be married to you. See? Right away."
Ann turned a shade paler. "But what d'you mean?" she asked.
"Come right off to London and marry me. Now."
"What d'you mean?"
Kipps became extremely lucid and earnest.
"I mean come right off and marry me now before anyone else can. See?"
"In London?"
"In London."
They stared at one another again. They took things for granted in the most amazing way.
"I couldn't," said Ann. "For one thing, my month's not up for mor'n free weeks yet."
They hung before that for a moment as though it was insurmountable.
355
