seemed to come alive to her with one natural gesture. "I don't know things. I'm not good enough. I'm not refined. The more you'll see of me the more you'll find me out."
"But I'm going to help you."
"You'll 'ave to 'elp me a fearful lot."
She walked to the window, glanced out of it, made up her mind, turned and came towards him, with her hands clasped behind her back.
"All these things that trouble you are very little things. If you don't mind—if you will let me tell you things"
"I wish you would."
"Then I will."
"They're little things to you, but they aren't to me."
"It all depends, if you don't mind being told."
"By you?"
"I don't expect you to be told by strangers."
"Oo!" said Kipps, expressing much.
"You know, there are just a few little things. For instance, you know, you are careless with your pronunciation.… You don't mind my telling you?"
"I like it," said Kipps.
"There's aitches."
"I know," said Kipps, and then, endorsingly, "I been told. Fact is, I know a chap, a Nacter, he's told me. He's told me, and he's going to give me a lesso nor so."
