Kipps by H.G. Wells

Author:H.G. Wells
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ManyBooks.net

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Kipps called on Mrs. Walshingham attired in the proper costume for Ceremonial Occasions in the Day. He carried a silk hat, and he wore a deep-skirted frock-coat; his boots were patent leather, and his trousers a dark gray. He had generous white cuffs with gold links, and his gray gloves, one thumb of which had burst when he put them on, he held loosely in his hand. He carried a small umbrella, rolled to an exquisite tightness. A sense of singular correctness pervaded his being and warred with the enormity of the occasion for possession of his soul. Anon he touched his silk cravat. The world smelt of his rosebud.

He seated himself on a newly re-covered chintz armchair, and stuck out the elbow of the arm that held his hat.

'I know,' said Mrs. Walshingham, 'I know everything,' and helped him out most amazingly. She deepened the impression he had already received of her sense and refinement. She displayed an amount of tenderness that touched him.

'This is a great thing,' she said, 'to a mother,' and her hand rested for a moment on his impeccable coat-sleeve.

'A daughter, Arthur,' she exclaimed, 'is so much more than a son.'

Marriage, she said, was a lottery, and without love and toleration--there was much unhappiness. Her life had not always been bright--there had been dark days and bright days. She smiled rather sweetly. 'This is a bright one,' she said.

She said very kind and flattering things to Kipps, and she thanked him for his goodness to her son. ('That wasn't anything,' said Kipps.) And then she expanded upon the theme of her two children. 'Both so accomplished,' she said, 'so clever. I call them my Twin Jewels.'

She was repeating a remark she had made at Lympne that she always said her children needed opportunities as other people needed air, when she was abruptly arrested by the entry of Helen. They hung on a pause, Helen perhaps surprised by Kipps' week-day magnificence. Then she advanced with outstretched hand.

Both the young people were shy. 'I jest called round,' began Kipps, and became uncertain how to end.

'Won't you have some tea?' asked Helen.

She walked to the window, looked at the familiar outporter's barrow, turned, surveyed Kipps for a moment ambiguously, said, 'I will get some tea,' and so departed again.

Mrs. Walshingham and Kipps looked at one another, and the lady smiled indulgently. 'You two young people mustn't be shy of each other,' said Mrs. Walshingham, which damaged Kipps considerably.

She was explaining how sensitive Helen always had been, even about quite little things, when the servant appeared with the tea-things; and then Helen followed, and, taking up a secure position behind the little bamboo tea-table, broke the ice with officious teacup clattering. Then she introduced the topic of a forth-coming open-air performance of As You Like It, and steered past the worst of the awkwardness. They discussed stage illusion. 'I mus' say,' said Kipps, 'I don't quite like a play in a theayter. It seems sort of unreal some'ow.

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