he could have supposed, so bright it seemed to breathe before him and did not fade altogether, even when he was back in Folkestone an hour or so later.
But Sid was not to be deflected from that other rankling theme by any reminiscences of Ann.
"I wonder what you will do with all that money," he speculated. "I wonder if you will do any good at all. I wonder what you could do. You should hear Masterman. He'd tell you things. Suppose it came to me, what should I do? It's no good giving it back to the state as things are. Start an Owenite profit-sharing factory perhaps. Or a new Socialist paper. We want a new Socialist paper."
He tried to drown his personal chagrin in elaborate exemplary suggestions.…
§3
"I must be gettin' on to my motor," said Kipps at last, having to a large extent heard him out.
"What! Got a motor?"
"No!" said Kipps apologetically. "Only jobbed for the day."
"'Ow much?"
"Five pounds."
"Keep five families for a week! Good Lord!" That seemed to crown Sid's disgust.
Yet drawn by a sort of fascination he came with Kipps and assisted at the mounting of the motor. He
