London) and slapped him on the shoulder. Kipps was hovering at a window at a few yards from the fish shop, pretending to examine some really strikingly cheap pink baby linen, and trying to settle finally about those sausages.
"Hullo, Kipps!" cried Sid; "spending the millions?"
Kipps turned, and was glad to perceive no lingering vestige of the chagrin that had been so painful at New Romney. Sid looked grave and important, and he wore a quite new silk hat that gave a commercial touch to a generally socialistic costume. For a moment the sight of Sid uplifted Kipps wonderfully. He saw him as a friend and helper, and only presently did it come clearly into his mind that this was the brother of Ann.
He made amiable noises.
"I've just been up this way," Sid explained, "buying a second-hand 'namelling stove.… I'm going to 'namel myself."
"Lor'!" said Kipps.
"Yes. Do me a lot of good. Let the customer choose his colour. See? What brings you up?"
Kipps had a momentary vision of his foiled Uncle and Aunt. "Jest a bit of a change," he said.
Sid came to a swift decision. "Come down to my little show. I got someone I'd like to see talking to you."
Even then Kipps did not think of Ann in this connection.
