"We got to build somethin' now."
"But—it's a gentleman's 'ouse, Artie!"
"It's—it's a decent size, o' course."
Kipps took a flirting look at the drawing and went to the window.
"Look at the cleanin'. Free servants'll be lost in that 'ouse, Artie."
"We must 'ave servants," said Kipps.
Ann looked despondently at her future residence.
"We got to keep up our position, any'ow," said Kipps, turning towards her. "It stands to reason, Ann, we got a position. Very well! I can't 'ave you scrubbin' floors. You got to 'ave a servant and you got to manage a 'ouse. You wouldn't 'ave me ashamed"
Ann opened her lips and did not speak.
"What?" asked Kipps.
"Nothing," said Ann, "only I did want it to be a little 'ouse, Artie. I wanted it to be a 'andy little 'ouse, jest for us."
Kipps' face was suddenly flushed and mulish. He took up the curiously smelling tracings again. "I'm not a-going to be looked down upon," he said. "It's not only Uncle I'm thinking of!"
Ann stared at him.
Kipps went on. "I won't 'ave that young Walshingham f'r instance, sneering and sniffling at me. Making out as if we was all wrong. I see 'im yesterday.… Nor Coote neether. I'm as good—we're as good. Whatever's 'appened."
