"No name that _we_ know, Ma"am," said Ann, hustling along the hall towards the kitchen stairs.
"I hope you weren"t too short with him, Ann."
"No shorter than he deserved, considering "ow he be"aved," said Ann, with her bosom heaving.
And Mrs. Bindon Botting"s invalid Aunt, perceiving suddenly that this call had some relation to Ann"s private and sentimental trouble, turned, after one moment of hesitating scrutiny, away.
She was an extremely sympathetic lady, was Mrs. Bindon Botting"s invalid Aunt; she took an interest in the servants, imposed piety, extorted confessions and followed human nature, blushing and lying defensively, to its reluctantly revealed recesses, but Ann"s sense of privacy was strong and her manner under drawing out and encouragement, sometimes even alarming....
So the poor old lady went upstairs again.
--5
The bas.e.m.e.nt door opened and Kipps came into the kitchen. He was flushed and panting.
He struggled for speech.
""Ere," he said, and held out two half sixpences.
Ann stood behind the kitchen table--face pale and eyes round, and now--and it simplified Kipps very much--he could see she had indeed been crying.
"Well?" she said.
"Don"t you see?"
Ann moved her head slightly.
"I kep" it all these years."
"You kep" it too long."
His mouth closed and his flush died away. He looked at her. The amulet, it seemed, had failed to work.
"Ann!" he said.
"Well?"
"Ann."
The conversation still hung fire.
"Ann," he said, made a movement with his hands that suggested appeal, and advanced a step.
Ann shook her head more defiantly, and became defensive.
"Look here, Ann," said Kipps. "I been a fool."
They stared into each other"s miserable eyes.
"Ann," he said. "I want to marry you."
Ann clutched the table edge. "You can"t," she said faintly.
He made as if to approach her around the table, and she took a step that restored their distance.
"I must," he said.
"You can"t."
"I must. You _got_ to marry me, Ann."
"You can"t go marrying everybody. You got to marry "er."
"I shan"t."
Ann shook her head. "You"re engaged to that girl. Lady, rather. You can"t be engaged to me."
"I don"t want to be engaged to you. I _been_ engaged. I want to be married to you. See? Rightaway."
Ann turned a shade paler. "But what d"you mean?" she asked.
"Come right off to London and marry me. Now."
"What d"you mean?"
Kipps became extremely lucid and earnest.
"I mean come right off and marry me now before anyone else can. _See?_"
"In London?"
"In London."
They stared at one another again. They took things for granted in the most amazing way.
"I couldn"t," said Ann. "For one thing my month"s not up for mor"n free weeks yet."
They hung before that for a moment as though it was insurmountable.
"Look "ere, Ann! Arst to go. Arst to go!"
"_She_ wouldn"t," said Ann.
"Then come without arsting," said Kipps.
"She"s keep my box----"