"Really?" said Anna-Felicitas, gazing at him with even more intelligent interest, almost as if she were prepared, it being America, a country, she had heard, of considerable mechanical ingenuity, to find his person bristling with taps which only needed turning. "We don't want either, thank you," said Anna-Rose. The youth lingered. Anna-Rose's brushing began to grow vehement. Why didn't he go? She didn't want to have to be rude to him and hurt his feelings by asking him to go, but why didn't he? Anna-Felicitas, who was much too pleasantly detached, thought Anna-Rose, for such a situation, the door being wide open to the passage and the ungetridable youth standing there staring, was leisurely taking off her hat and smoothing her hair. "Suppose you're new to this country," said the youth after a pause. "Brand," said Anna-Felicitas pleasantly. "Then p'raps," said the youth, "you don't know that the feller who brings up your grips gets a tip." "Of course we know that," said Anna-Rose, standing up straight and trying to look stately. "Then if you know why don't you do it?" "Do it?" she repeated, endeavouring to chill him into respectfulness by haughtily throwing back her head. "Of course we shall do it. At the proper time and place." "Which is, as you must have noticed," added Anna-Felicitas gently, "departure and the front door." "That's all right," said the youth, "but that's only one of the times and places. That's the last one. Where we've got to now is the first one." "Do I understand," said Anna-Rose, trying to be very dignified, while her heart shrank within her, for what sort of sum did one offer people like this?--"that to America one tips at the beginning as well?" "Yep," said the youth. "And in the middle too. Right along through. Never miss an opportunity, is as good a slogan as you'll get when it comes to tipping." "I believe you'd have liked Kipps," said Anna-Felicitas meditatively, shaking some dust off her hat and remembering the orgy of tipping that immortal young man went in for at the seaside hotel. "What I like now," said the youth, growing more easy before their manifest youth and ignorance, "is tips. Guess you can call it Kipps if it pleases you." Anna-Rose began to fumble nervously in her purse "It's horrid, I think, to ask for presents," she said to the youth in deep humiliation, more on his account than hers. "Presents? I'm not asking for presents. I'm telling you what's done," said the youth. And he had spots on his face. And he was repugnant to her. Anna-Rose gave him what looked like a shilling. He took it, and remarking that he had had a lot of trouble over it, went away; and Anna-Rose was still flushed by this encounter when Mr. Twist knocked and asked if they were ready to be taken down to tea. "He might have said thank you," she said indignantly to Anna-Felicitas, giving a final desperate brushing to the sulphur. "I expect he'll come to a bad end," said Anna-Felicitas soothingly.