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 about 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."
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