AUGUST 19, SUNDAY. I was about to read Lupin a sermon on smoking (which he indulges in violently) and billiards, but he put on
We play the game of ‘Cutlets’. When we had all sat on each other’s laps, Gowing said: ‘Are you a believer in the Great Mogul?’
Gowing said: ‘So am I,’ and suddenly got up
his hat and walked out. Carrie then read me a long sermon on the palpable inadvisability of treating Lupin as if he were a mere child. I felt she was somewhat right, so in the evening I offered him a cigar. He seemed pleased, but, after a few whiffs, said: ‘This is a good old tup’ny – try one of mine,’ and he handed me a cigar as long as it was strong, which is saying a good deal.
AUGUST 20. I am glad our last day at the seaside was fine, though clouded overhead. We went over to Cummings’ (at Margate) in the evening, and as it was cold, we stayed in and played games; Gowing, as usual, overstepping the mark. He suggested we should play ‘Cutlets’, a game we never heard of. He sat on a chair, and asked Carrie to sit on his lap, an invitation which dear Carrie rightly declined.
After some species of wrangling, I sat on Gowing’s knees and Carrie sat on the edge of mine. Lupin sat on the edge of Carrie’s lap, then Cummings on Lupin’s and Mrs Cummings on her husband’s. We looked very ridiculous, and laughed a good deal.
Gowing then said: ‘Are you a believer in the Great Mogul?’ We had to answer all together: ‘Yes – oh, yes!’ (three times). Gowing said: ‘So am I,’ and suddenly got up. The result of this stupid joke was that we all fell on the ground, and poor Carrie banged her head against the corner of the fender. Mrs Cummings put some vinegar on; but through this we missed the last train, and had to drive back to Broadstairs, which cost me seven-and-sixpence.
Home again. Mrs James’s influence on Carrie. Can get nothing for Lupin. Next-door neighbours are a little troublesome. Someone tampers with my diary. Got a place for Lupin. Lupin startles us with an announcement.
Chapter VII
AUGUST 22. Home, sweet Home again! Carrie bought some pretty blue-wool mats to stand vases on. Fripps, James and Co, write to say they are sorry they have no vacancy among their staff of clerks for Lupin.
AUGUST 23. I bought a pair of stags’ heads48 made of plaster-of-Paris and coloured brown. They will look just the thing for our little hall, and give it style; the heads are excellent imitations. Poolers and Smith are sorry they have nothing to offer Lupin.
AUGUST 24. Simply to please Lupin, and make things cheerful for him, as he is a little down, Carrie invited Mrs James to come up from Sutton and spend two or three days with us. We have not said a word to Lupin, but mean to keep it as a surprise.
AUGUST 25. Mrs James, of Sutton, arrived in the afternoon, bringing with her an enormous bunch of wild flowers. The more I see of Mrs James the nicer I think she is, and she is devoted to Carrie. She went into Carrie’s room to take off her bonnet, and remained there nearly an hour talking about dress. Lupin said he was not a bit surprised at Mrs James’s visit, but was surprised at her.
AUGUST 26, SUNDAY. Nearly late for church, Mrs James having talked considerably about what to wear all the morning. Lupin does not seem to get on very well with Mrs James. I am afraid we shall have some trouble with our next-door neighbours who came in last Wednesday. Several of their friends, who drive up in dog-carts, have already made themselves objectionable.
An evening or two ago I had put on a white waistcoat for coolness, and while walking past with my thumbs in my waistcoat pockets (a habit I have), one man, seated in the cart, and looking likean American, commenced singing some vulgar nonsense about ‘I had thirteen dollars in my waistcoat pocket’. I fancied it was meant for me, and my suspicions were confirmed; for while walking round the garden in my tall hat this afternoon a ‘throw-down’ cracker was deliberately aimed at my hat, and exploded on it like a percussion cap. I turned sharply, and am positive I saw the man who was in the cart retreating from one of the bedroom windows.
AUGUST 27. Carrie and Mrs James went off shopping, and had not returned when I came back from the office. Judging from the subsequent conversation, I am afraid Mrs James is filling Carrie’s head with a lot of nonsense about dress. I walked over to Gowing’s and asked him to drop in to supper, and make things pleasant.
Carrie prepared a little extemporized supper, consisting of the remainder of the cold joint, a small piece of salmon (which I was to refuse, in case there was not enough to go round), and a blanc-mange and custards. There was also a decanter of port and some jam puffs on the sideboard. Mrs James made us play rather a good game of cards, called ‘Muggings’. To my surprise, in fact disgust, Lupin got up in the middle, and, in a most sarcastic tone, said: ‘Pardon me, this sort of thing is too fast for me. I shall go and enjoy a quiet game of marbles in the back-garden.’
Things might have become rather disagreeable but for Gowing (who seems to have taken to Lupin) suggesting they should invent games. Lupin said: ‘Let’s play “monkeys”.’ He then led Gowing all round the room, and brought him in front of the looking-glass. I must confess I laughed heartily at this. I was a little vexed at everybody subsequently laughing at some joke which they did not explain, and it was only on going to bed I discovered I must have been walking about all the evening with an antimacassar on one button of my coat-tails.
I hung up a stag’s head made of plaster-of-Paris
AUGUST 28. Found a large brick in the middle bed of geraniums, evidently come from next door. Pattles and Pattles can’t find a place for Lupin.
AUGUST 29. Mrs James is making a positive fool of Carrie. Carrie appeared in a new dress like a smock-frock. She said ‘smocking’ was all the rage. I replied it put me in a rage. She also had on a hat as big as a kitchen coal-scuttle, and the same shape. Mrs James went home, and both Lupin and I were somewhat pleased – the first time we have agreed on a single subject since his return. Merkins and Son write they have no vacancy for Lupin.
OCTOBER 30. I should very much like to know who has wilfully torn the last five or six weeks out of my diary.49 It is perfectly monstrous! Mine is a large scribbling diary, with plenty of space for the record of my everyday events, and in keeping up that record I take (with much pride) a great deal of pains.
I asked Carrie if she knew anything about it. She replied it was my own fault for leaving the diary about with a charwoman cleaning and the sweeps in the house. I said that was not an answer to my question. This retort of mine, which I thought extremely smart, would have been more effective had I not jogged my elbow against a vase on a table temporarily placed in the passage, knocked it over, and smashed it.
Carrie was dreadfully upset at this disaster, for it was one of a pair of vases which cannot be matched, given to us on our wedding-day by Mrs Burtsett, an old friend of Carrie’s cousins, the Pommertons, late of Dalston. I called to Sarah, and asked her about the diary. She said she had not been in the sitting-room at all; after the sweep had left, Mrs Birrell (the charwoman) had cleaned the room and lighted the fire herself. Finding a burnt piece of paper in the grate, I examined it, and found it was a piece of my diary. So it was evident someone had torn my diary to light the fire. I requested Mrs Birrell to be sent to me tomorrow.
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