"I'm glad of that. It only requires a little care."
"Of course. On the stage they got to look out. They take regular lessons."
"Of course," said Helen, a little absently.
"I dessay I shall soon get into it," said Kipps.
"And then there's dress," said Helen, taking up her thread again.
Kipps became pink, but he remained respectfully attentive.
"You don't mind?" she said.
"Oo, no."
"You mustn't be too—too dressy. It's possible to be over-conventional, over-elaborate. It makes you look like a shop—like a common, well-off person. There's a sort of easiness that is better. A real gentleman looks right, without looking as though he had tried to be right."
"Jest as though 'e'd put on what came first?" said the pupil, in a faded voice.
"Not exactly that, but a sort of ease."
Kipps nodded his head intelligently. In his heart he was kicking his silk hat about the room in an ecstasy of disappointment.
"And you must accustom yourself to be more at your ease when you are with people," said Helen, "You've only got to forget yourself a little and not be anxious"
"I'll try," said Kipps, looking rather hard at the teapot. "I'll do my best to try."
