"There wasn't no _'im_."
"Not----?" He held out the little card.
"No; there was a lady and two young ladies."
"But--these cards! Wad they go and leave these two little cards with the Rev. G. Smith on for? Not if 'e wasn't with 'em."
"'E wasn't with 'em."
"Not a little chap--dodgin' about be'ind the others? And didn't come in?"
"I didn't see no gentleman with them at all," said Ann.
"Rum!" said Kipps. A half-forgotten experience came back to him. "_I_ know," he said, waving the reverend gentleman's card; "'e give 'em the slip, that's what he'd done. Gone off while they was rapping before you let 'em in. It's a fair call, any'ow." He felt a momentary base satisfaction at his absence. "What did they talk about, Ann?"
There was a pause. "I didn't let 'em in," said Ann.
He looked up suddenly and perceived that something unusual was the matter with Ann. Her face was flushed, her eyes were red and hard.
"Didn't let 'em in?"
"No! They didn't come in at all."
He was too astonished for words.
"I answered the door," said Ann; "I'd been upstairs 'namelling the floor. 'Ow was I to think about Callers, Artie? We ain't never 'ad Callers all the time we been 'ere. I'd sent Gwendolen out for a bref of fresh air, and there I was upstairs 'namelling that floor she done so bad, so's to get it done before she came back. I thought I'd 'namel that floor and then get tea and 'ave it quiet with you, toce and all, before she came back. 'Ow was I to think about Callers?"
She paused. "Well," said Kipps, "what them?"
"They came and rapped. 'Ow was I to know? I thought it was a tradesman or something. Never took my apron off, never wiped the 'namel off my 'ands--nothing. There they was!"
She paused again. She was getting to the disagreeable part.
"Wad they say?" said Kipps.
"She says, 'Is Mrs. Kipps at home?' See? To me."
"Yes."
"And me all painty and no cap on and nothing, neither missis nor servant like. There, Artie, I could 'a sunk through the floor with shame, I really could. I could 'ardly get my voice. I couldn't think of nothing to say but just 'Not at 'Ome,' and out of 'abit like I 'eld the tray.
And they give me the cards and went, and 'ow I shall ever look that lady in the face again I don't know.... And that's all about it, Artie! They looked me up and down, they did, and then I shut the door on 'em."
"Goo!" said Kipps.
Ann went and poked the fire needlessly with a passion quivering hand.
"I wouldn't 'ave 'ad that 'appen for five pounds," said Kipps. "A clergyman and all!"
Ann dropped the poker into the fender with some _eclat_ and stood up and looked at her hot face in the glass. Kipps' disappointment grew. "You did ought to 'ave known better than that, Ann! You reely did."
He sat forward, cards in hand, with a deepening sense of social disaster. The things were laid upon the table, toast sheltered under a cover, at mid fender, the teapot warmed beside it, and the kettle just lifted from the hob, sang amidst the coals. Ann glanced at him for a moment, then stooped with the kettle-holder to wet the tea.
"Tcha!" said Kipps, with his mental state developing.
"I don't see it's any use getting in a state about it now," said Ann.
"Don't you? I do. See? 'Ere's these people, good people, want to 'sociate with us, and 'ere you go and slap 'em in the face!"
"I didn't slap 'em in the face."
"You do--practically. You slams the door in their face, and that's all we see of 'em ever. I wouldn't 'ave 'ad this 'appen not for a ten-pound note."
He rounded his regrets with a grunt. For a while there was silence, save for the little stir of Ann's movements preparing the tea.
"Tea, Artie," said Ann, handing him a cup.
Kipps took it.
"I put sugar _once_," said Ann.
"Oo, dash it! Oo cares?" said Kipps, taking an extraordinarily large additional lump with fury quivering fingers, and putting his cup with a slight excess of force on the recess cupboard. "Oo cares?
"I wouldn't 'ave 'ad that 'appen," he said, bidding steadily against accomplished things, "for twenty pounds."
He gloomed in silence through a long minute or so. Then Ann said the fatal thing that exploded him. "Artie!" she said.
"What?"
"There's Buttud Toce down there! By your foot!" There was a pause, husband and wife regarded one another.
"Buttud Toce!" he said. "You go and mess up them callers and then you try and stuff me up with Buttud Toce! Buttud Toce indeed! 'Ere's our first chance of knowing anyone that's at all fit to 'sociate with----.
Look 'ere, Ann! Tell you what it is--you got to return that call."
"Return that call!"
"Yes, you got to return that call. That's what you got to do! I know----" He waved his arm vaguely towards the miscellany of books in the recess. "It's in Manners and Rools of Good S'ity. You got to find jest 'ow many cards to leave and you got to go and leave 'em. See?"
Ann's face expressed terror. "But, Artie, 'ow _can_ I?"
"'Ow _can_ you? 'Ow _could_ you? You got to do it, any'ow. They won't know you--not in your Bond Street 'at! If they do, they won't say nothing."
His voice assumed a note of entreaty. "You mus', Ann."
"I can't."
"You mus'."
"I can't and I won't. Anything in reason I'll do, but face those people again I can't--after what 'as 'appened."