if ever I should see you again, ever. And 'ere you are!"
"One likes a look 'round at times," said Sid. "How are you, old chap?"
"All right," said Kipps. "I just been lef'"
"You aren't changed much," interrupted Sid.
"Ent I?" said Kipps, foiled.
"I knew your back directly I came 'round the corner. Spite of that 'at you got on. Hang it, I said, that's Art Kipps or the devil. And so it was."
Kipps made a movement of his neck as if he would look at his back and judge. Then he looked Sid in the face. "You got a moustache, Sid," he said.
"I s'pose you're having your holidays?" said Sid.
"Well, partly. But I just been lef'"
"I'm taking a bit of a holiday," Sid went on. "But the fact is, I have to give myself holidays nowadays. I've set up for myself."
"Not down here?"
"No fear! I'm not a turnip. I've started in Hammersmith, manufacturing." Sid spoke offhand as though there was no such thing as pride.
"Not drapery?"
"No fear! Engineer. Manufacture bicycles." He clapped his hand to his breast pocket and produced a number of pink handbills. He handed one to Kipps and prevented him reading it by explanations and explanatory dabs of a pointing finger. "That's our make, my make to be exact. The Red Flag, see?—I got a transfer with my name—Pantocrat tyres, eight
