Chitterlow's retreating aspect. It did not compel her complete confidence.
She turned to her lover and said in a tone of quiet authority, "You must tell me all about Chitterlow. Now."
The explanation began.…
The School Play came almost as a relief to Kipps. In the flusterment of going in he could almost forget for a time his Laocoon struggle to explain, and in the intervals he did his best to keep forgetting. But Helen, with a gentle insistence, resumed the explanation of Chitterlow as they returned towards Folkestone.
Chitterlow was confoundedly difficult to explain. You could hardly imagine!
There was an almost motherly anxiety in Helen's manner, blended with the resolution of a schoolmistress to get to the bottom of the affair. Kipps' ears were soon quite brightly red.
"Have you seen one of his plays?"
"'E's tole me about one."
"But on the stage."
"No. He 'asn't 'ad any on the stage yet. That's all coming.…"
"Promise me," she said in conclusion, "you won't do anything without consulting me."
And of course Kipps promised. "Oo—no!"
They went on their way in silence.
"One can't know everybody," said Helen in general.
