'e says. I like 'is cheek. After I give 'im 'is start and everything."
He blew.
"'E certainly treats you a bit orf'and," said Ann.
Kipps gave vent to his dislike of young Walshingham. "He's getting too big for 'is britches," he said. "I'm beginning to wish she 'ad brought an action for breach. Ever since 'e said she wouldn't, 'e's seemed to think I've got no right to spend my own money."
"'E's never liked your building the 'ouse," said Ann.
Kipps displayed wrath. "What the goodness 'as it got to do wiv' 'im?"
"Overman indeed!" he added. "Overmantel! … 'E trys that on with me, I'll tell 'im something 'e won't like."
He took up the second card. "Dashed if I can read a word of it. I can jest make out Chit-low at the end and that's all."
He scrutinised it. "It's like someone in a fit writing. This here might be W H A T—what. P R I C E—I got it! What price Harry now? It was a sort of saying of 'is. I expect 'e's either done something or not done something towards starting that play, Ann."
"I expect that's about it," said Ann.
Kipps grunted with effort. "I can't read the rest," he said at last, "nohow."
A thoroughly annoying post. He pitched the card on the table, stood up and went to the window, where
