Kipps H. G. Wells (best thriller novels to read .txt) 📖

the same subtle sense of social graduation that had moved Mrs. Kipps to prohibit intercourse with labourers’ children and the same dread of anything “common” that had kept the personal quality of Mr. Shalford’s establishment so high. But now a certain disagreeable doubt about Kipps’ own position was removed and he stood with Coote inside the sphere of gentlemen assured. Within the sphere of gentlemen there are distinctions of rank indeed, but none of class; there are the Big People and the modest, refined, gentlemanly little people like Coote, who may even dabble in the professions and counterless trades; there are lords and magnificences, and there are gentle folk who have to manage, but they can all call on one another, they preserve a general equality of deportment throughout, they constitute that great state within the state, Society, or at any rate they make believe they do.

“But reely,” said the Pupil, “not what you call being in Society?”

“Yes,” said Coote. “Of course, down here one doesn’t see much of it, but there’s local society. It has the same rules.”

“Calling and all that?”

“Precisely,” said Coote.

Kipps thought, whistled a bar, and suddenly broached a question of conscience. “I often wonder,” he said, “whether I oughtn’t to dress for dinner⁠—when I’m alone ’ere.”

Coote protruded his lips and reflected. “Not full dress,” he adjudicated; “that would be a little excessive. But you should change, you know. Put on a mess jacket and that sort of thing⁠—easy dress. That is what I should do, certainly, if I wasn’t in harness⁠—and poor.”

He coughed modestly and patted his hair behind.

And after that the washing bill of Kipps quadrupled, and he was to be seen at times by the bandstand with his light summer overcoat unbuttoned to give a glimpse of his nice white tie. He and Coote would be smoking the gold-tipped cigarettes young Walshingham had prescribed as chic, and appreciating the music highly. “That’s⁠—puff⁠—a very nice bit,” Kipps would say, or better, “That’s nace.” And at the first grunts of the loyal anthem up they stood with religiously uplifted hats. Whatever else you might call them, you could never call them disloyal.

The boundary of Society was admittedly very close to Coote and Kipps, and a leading solicitude of the true gentleman was to detect clearly those “beneath” him, and to behave towards them in a proper spirit. “It’s jest there it’s so ’ard for me,” said Kipps. He had to cultivate a certain “distance,” to acquire altogether the art of checking the presumption of bounders and old friends. It was difficult, Coote admitted. “That’s what, so harkward⁠—I mean awkward.”

“I got mixed up with this lot ’ere,” said Kipps.

“You could give them a hint,” said Coote.

“ ’Ow?”

“Oh!⁠—the occasion will suggest something.”

The occasion came one early closing night when Kipps was sitting in a canopy chair near the bandstand, with his summer overcoat fully open and a new Gibus pulled slightly forward over his brow, waiting for Coote. They were to hear the band for an hour and then go down to assist Miss Coote and the freckled girl in trying over some of Beethoven’s duets, if they remembered them, that is, sufficiently well. And as Kipps lounged back in his chair and occupied his mind with his favourite amusement on such evenings, which consisted chiefly in supposing that everyone about him was wondering who he was, came a rude rap at the canvas back and the voice of Pierce.

“It’s nice to be a gentleman,” said Pierce, and swung a penny chair into position while Buggins appeared smiling agreeably on the other side and leant upon his stick. He was smoking a common briar pipe!

Two real ladies, very fashionably dressed and sitting close at hand, glanced quickly at Pierce, and then away again, and it was evident their wonder was at an end.

“He’s all right,” said Buggins, removing his pipe and surveying Kipps.

“ ’Ello, Buggins!” said Kipps, not too cordially. “ ’Ow goes it?”

“All right. Holiday’s next week. If you don’t look out, Kipps, I shall be on the Continong before you. Eh?”

“You going t’ Boologne?”

“Rather. Parley vous Francey. You bet.”

“I shall ’ave a bit of a run over there one of these days,” said Kipps.

There came a pause. Pierce applied the top of his stick to his mouth for a space and regarded Kipps. Then he glanced at the people about them.

“I say, Kipps,” he said in a distinct, loud voice, “see ’er Ladyship lately?”

Kipps perceived the audience was to be impressed, but he responded half-heartedly, “No, I ‘aven’t,” he said.

“She was along of Sir William the other night,” said Pierce, still loud and clear, “and she asked to be remembered to you.”

It seemed to Kipps that one of the two ladies smiled faintly and said something to the other, and then certainly they glanced at Pierce. Kipps flushed scarlet. “Did she?” he answered.

Buggins laughed good-humouredly over his pipe.

“Sir William suffers a lot from his gout,” Pierce continued unabashed.

(Buggins much amused with his pipe between his teeth.)

Kipps became aware of Coote at hand.

Coote nodded rather distantly to Pierce. “Hope I haven’t kept you waiting, Kipps,” he said.

“I kep’ a chair for you,” said Kipps and removed a guardian foot.

“But you’ve got your friends,” said Coote.

“Oh! we don’t mind,” said Pierce cordially, “the more the merrier,” and, “why don’t you get a chair, Buggins?” Buggins shook his head in a sort of aside to Pierce and Coote coughed behind his hand.

“Been kep’ late at business?” asked Pierce.

Coote turned quite pale and pretended not to hear. His eyes sought in space for a time and with a convulsive movement he recognised a distant acquaintance and raised his hat.

Pierce had also become a little pale. He addressed himself to Kipps in an undertone.

“Mr. Coote, isn’t he?” he asked.

Coote addressed himself to Kipps directly and exclusively. His manner had the calm of extreme tension.

“I’m rather late,” he said. “I think we ought almost to be going on now.”

Kipps stood up. “That’s all right,” he said.

“Which way are you going?” said Pierce, standing also, and brushing some