But old Kipps, having adventured over and tried the table of the new _menage_ and found it to his taste, showed many signs of softening towards Ann. He came again and then again. He would come over by the 'bus, and except when his mouth was absolutely full, he would give his nephew one solid and continuous mass of advice of the most subtle and disturbing description, until it was time to toddle back to the High Street for the afternoon 'bus. He would walk with him to the sea front, and commence _pourparlers_ with boatmen for the purchase of one of their boats. "You ought to keep a boat of your own," he said, though Kipps was a singularly poor sailor--or he would pursue a plan that was forming in his mind in which he should own and manage what he called "weekly"
property in the less conspicuous streets of Hythe. The cream of that was to be a weekly collection of rents in person, the nearest approach to feudal splendour left in this democratised country. He gave no hint of the source of the capital he designed for this investment and at times it would appear he intended it as an occupation for his nephew rather than himself.
But there remained something in his manner towards Ann; in the glances of scrutiny he gave her unawares, that kept Kipps alertly expansive whenever he was about. And in all sorts of ways. It was on account of old Kipps, for example, that our Kipps plunged one day, a golden plunge, and brought home a box of cummerbundy ninepenny cigars, and substituted blue label old Methusaleh Four Stars for the common and generally satisfactory white brand.
"Some of this is whiskey, my boy," said old Kipps when he tasted it, smacking critical lips.
"Saw a lot of young officer fellers coming along," said old Kipps. "You ought to join the volunteers, my boy, and get to know a few."
"I dessay I shall," said Kipps. "Later."
"They'd make you an officer, you know, 'n no time. They want officers,"
said old Kipps. "It isn't everyone can afford it. They'd be regular glad to 'ave you.... Ain't bort a dog yet?"
"Not yet, uncle. 'Ave a segar?"
"Not a moty car?"
"Not yet, uncle."
"There's no 'urry 'bout that. And don't get one of these 'ere trashy cheap ones when you do get it, my boy. Get one as'll last a lifetime....
I'm surprised you don't 'ire a bit more."
"Ann don't seem to fency a moty car," said Kipps.
"Ah!" said old Kipps, "I expect not," and glanced a comment at the door.
"She ain't used to going out," he said. "More at 'ome indoors."
"Fact is," said Kipps, hastily, "we're thinking of building a 'ouse."
"I wouldn't do that, my boy," began old Kipps, but his nephew was routing in the cheffonier drawer amidst the plans. He got them in time to check some further comment on Ann. "Um," said the old gentleman, a little impressed by the extraordinary odour and the unusual transparency of the tracing paper Kipps put into his hands. "Thinking of building a 'ouse, are you?"
Kipps began with the most modest of the three projects.
Old Kipps read slowly through his silver-rimmed spectacles: "Plan of a 'ouse for Arthur Kipps Esquire--Um."
He didn't warm to the project all at once, and Ann drifted into the room to find him still scrutinising the architect's proposals a little doubtfully.
"We couldn't find a decent 'ouse anywhere," said Kipps, leaning against the table and assuming an offhand note. "I didn't see why we shouldn't run up one for ourselves." Old Kipps could not help liking the tone of that.
"We thought we might see----" said Ann.
"It's a spekerlation, of course," said old Kipps, and held the plan at a distance of two feet or more from his glasses and frowned. "This isn't exactly the 'ouse I should expect you to 'ave thought of, though," he said. "Practically it's a villa. It's the sort of 'ouse a bank clerk might 'ave. 'Tisn't what I should call a gentleman's 'ouse, Artie."
"It's plain, of course," said Kipps, standing beside his uncle and looking down at this plan, which certainly did seem a little less magnificent now than it had at the first encounter.
"You mustn't 'ave it too plain," said old Kipps.
"If it's comfortable----," Ann hazarded.
Old Kipps glanced at her over his spectacles. "You ain't comfortable, my gal, in this world, not if you don't live up to your position," so putting compactly into contemporary English that fine old phrase, _noblesse oblige_. "A 'ouse of this sort is what a retired tradesman might 'ave, or some little whippersnapper of a s'liciter. But _you_----"
"Course that isn't the o'ny plan," said Kipps, and tried the middle one.
But it was the third one which won over old Kipps. "Now that's a _'ouse_, my boy," he said at the sight of it.
Ann came and stood just behind her husband's shoulder while old Kipps expanded upon the desirability of the larger scheme. "You ought to 'ave a billiard-room," he said; "I don't see that, but all the rest's all right. A lot of these 'ere officers 'ere 'ud be glad of a game of billiards."...
"What's all these dots?" said old Kipps.
"S'rubbery," said Kipps. "Flow'ing s'rubs."
"There's eleven bedrooms in that 'ouse," said Ann. "It's a bit of a lot, ain't it, uncle?"
"You'll want 'em, my girl. As you get on, you'll be 'aving visitors.
Friends of your 'usband, p'raps, from the School of Musketry, what you want 'im to get on with. You can't never tell."
"If we 'ave a great s'rubbery," Ann ventured, "we shall 'ave to keep a gardener."
"If you don't 'ave a s'rubbery," said old Kipps, with a note of patient reasoning, "'ow are you to prevent every jackanapes that goes by, starin' into your drorin'-room winder--p'raps when you get someone a bit special to entertain?"
"We ain't _used_ to a s'rubbery," said Ann, mulishly; "we get on very well 'ere."
"It isn't what you're used to," said old Kipps, "it's what you ought to 'ave _now_." And with that Ann dropped out of the discussion.
"Study and lib'ry," old Kipps read. "That's right. I see a Tantalus the other day over Brookland, the very thing for a gentleman's study. I'll try and get over and bid for it."...
By 'bus time old Kipps was quite enthusiastic about the house building, and it seemed to be definitely settled that the largest plan was the one decided upon. But Ann had said nothing further in the matter.
--7
When Kipps returned from seeing his uncle into the 'bus--there always seemed a certain doubt whether that portly figure would go into the little red "Tip-Top" box--he found Ann still standing by the table, looking with an expression of comprehensive disapproval at the three plans.
"There don't seem much the matter with uncle," said Kipps, assuming the hearthrug, "spite of 'is 'eartburn. 'E 'opped up them steps like a bird."
Ann remained staring at the plans.
"You don't like them plans?" hazarded Kipps.
"No, I don't, Artie."
"We got to build somethin' now."
"But--it's a gentleman's 'ouse, Artie!"
"It's--it's a decent size, o' course."
Kipps took a flirting look at the drawing and went to the window.