Hello,
It's Mandy here again.
Welcome back to the world of Diary of a Nobody,
Written by the Grossmith Brothers.
Tonight's reading is of chapters 9 and 10,
So go ahead and make yourself nice and comfortable,
And I'll begin.
Chapter 9.
November the 15th,
A red letter day.
Our first important party since we have been in this house.
I got home early from the city.
Lupin insisted on having a hired waiter,
And stood a half dozen of champagne.
I think this an unnecessary expense.
But Lupin said he'd had a piece of luck,
Having made three pounds out of a private deal in the city.
I hope he won't gamble in his new situation.
The supper room looked so nice,
And Carrie truly said,
We need not be ashamed of its being seen by Mr.
Perkupp,
Should he honour us by coming.
I dressed early in case people should arrive punctually at eight o'clock,
And was much vexed to find my new dress trousers much too short.
Lupin,
Who is getting beyond his position,
Found fault with my wearing ordinary boots instead of dress boots.
I replied satirically,
My dear son,
I have lived to be above that sort of thing.
Lupin burst out laughing and said,
A man generally is above his boots.
This may be funny,
Or it may not,
But I was gratified to find he had not discovered the coral had come off one of my studs.
Carrie looked a picture,
Wearing the dress she wore at the mansion house.
The arrangement of the drawing room was excellent.
Carrie had hung muslin curtains over the folding doors and also over one of the entrances,
For we had removed the door from its hinges.
Mr.
Peters,
The waiter,
Arrived in good time,
And I gave him strict orders not to open another bottle of champagne until the previous one was empty.
Carrie arranged for some sherry and port wine to be placed on the drawing room sideboard with some glasses.
By the by,
Our new enlarged and tinted photographs look very nice on the walls,
Especially as Carrie has arranged some Liberty silk bows on the four corners of them.
The first arrival was Gowing,
Who,
With his usual taste,
Greeted me with,
Hello pooter,
Why,
Your trousers are too short.
I simply said,
Very likely,
And you will find my temper short also.
He said,
That won't make your trousers longer,
Juggins,
You should get your missus to put a flounce on them.
I wonder why I waste my time entering his insulting observations in my diary.
The next arrivals were Mr.
And Mrs.
Cummings.
The former said,
As you didn't say anything about dress,
I have come half dress.
He had on a black frock coat and a white tie.
The James,
Mr.
Merton and Mr.
Stillbrook arrived,
But Lupin was restless and unbearable till his Daisy Muttler and Frank arrived.
Carrie and I were rather startled at Daisy's appearance.
She had a bright crimson dress on,
Cut very low in the neck.
I do not think such a style modest.
She ought to have taken a lesson from Carrie and covered her shoulders with a little lace.
Mr.
Knuckles,
Mr.
Spryce Hogg and his four daughters came,
And so did Franching and one or two of Lupin's new friends,
Members of the Holloway Comedians.
Some of these seemed rather theatrical in their manner,
Especially one who was posing all the evening and lent on our little round table and cracked it.
Lupin called him our Henry and said he was our lead at the HCs and was quite as good in that department as Harry Muttler was as the low comedy merchant.
All this is Greek to me.
We had some music and Lupin,
Who never left Daisy's side for a moment,
Raved over her singing of a song called Someday.
It seemed a pretty song,
But she made such grimaces and sang to my mind so out of tune I would not have asked her to sing again.
But Lupin made her sing four songs right off,
One after the other.
At ten o'clock we went down to supper and from the way Gowing and Cummings ate,
You would have thought they'd not had a meal in a month.
I told Carrie to keep something back in case Mr.
Percup should come by mere chance.
Gowing annoyed me very much by filling a large tumbler of champagne and drinking it all straight off.
He repeated this action and made me fear our half-dozen of champagne would not last out.
I tried to keep a bottle back,
But Lupin got hold of it and took it to the side table with Daisy and Frank Muttler.
We went upstairs and the young fellows began skylarking.
Carrie put a stop to that at once.
Stillbrook amused us with a song,
What Have You Done With Your Cousin John?
I didn't notice that Lupin and Frank had disappeared.
I asked Mr.
Watson,
One of the Holloways,
Where they were and he said,
It's a case of,
Oh,
What a Surprise!
We were directed to form a circle,
Which we did.
Watson then said,
I have much pleasure in introducing the celebrated Blondin donkey.
Frank and Lupin then bounded into the room.
Lupin had whitened his face like a clown and Frank had tied round his waist a large hearth rug.
He was supposed to be the donkey and he looked it.
They indulged in a very noisy pantomime and we were all shrieking with laughter.
I turned round suddenly and I saw Mr.
Perkupp standing halfway in the door,
Having arrived without our knowing it.
I beckoned to Carrie and we went up to him at once.
He would not come right into the room.
I apologised for the foolery,
But Mr.
Perkupp said,
Oh,
It seems amusing.
I could see he was not a bit amused.
Carrie and I took him downstairs,
But the table was a wreck.
There was not a glass of champagne left,
Not even a sandwich.
Mr.
Perkupp said he required nothing but would like a glass of seltzer or soda water.
But the last siphon was empty.
Carrie said,
We have plenty of port wine left.
Mr.
Perkupp said with a smile,
No,
Thank you.
I really require nothing.
But I am most pleased to see you and your husband in your own home.
Good night,
Mrs.
Pooter.
You will excuse my very short stay,
I know.
I went with him to his carriage and he said,
Don't trouble to come to the office till twelve tomorrow.
I felt despondent as I went back to the house and I told Carrie I thought the party was a failure.
She said it was a great success and I was only tired and insisted on my having some port wine.
I drank two glasses and immediately felt much better and we went into the drawing room where they had commenced dancing.
Carrie and I had a little dance which I said reminded me of old days.
She said I was a spoony old thing.
Chapter 10.
November the 16th.
Woke about 20 times during the night with terrible thirst.
Finished off all the water in the bottle as well as half that in the jug.
Kept dreaming also that last night's party was a failure and that a lot of low people came without invitation and kept chaffing and throwing things at Mr.
Perkupp till at last I was obliged to hide him in the box room which we had just discovered with a bath towel over him.
It seems absurd now but it was painfully real in the dream.
I had the same dream about a dozen times.
Carrie annoyed me by saying you know champagne never agrees with you.
I told her that I'd only had a couple of glasses of it having kept myself mostly to port.
I added that good champagne hurt nobody and Lupin told me he'd only got it from a traveller as a favour as that particular brand had been entirely bought up by a West End club.
I think I ate too heartily of the side dishes as the waiter called them.
I said to Carrie I wish I had put those side dishes aside.
I repeated it but Carrie was busy packing up the teaspoons we had borrowed of Mrs.
Cummings for the party.
It was just half past eleven and I was starting for the office when Lupin appeared with a yellow complexion and said hello.
Gov,
What priced head of you this morning?
I told him he might just as well speak to me in Dutch.
He added when I woke this morning my head was as big as Baldwin's balloon.
On the spur of the moment I said the cleverest thing I think I have ever said.
In other words,
Perhaps that accounts for the parachuting pains we roared.
November the 17th.
Still feel tired and headachy.
In the evening Gowing called and was full of praise about our party last Wednesday.
He said everything was done beautifully and he enjoyed himself enormously.
Gowing can be a very nice fellow when he likes but you never know how long it will last.
For instance,
He stopped to supper and sing some blamange on the table,
Shouted out while the servant was in the room,
Hello the remains of Wednesday.
November the 18th.
Woke up quite fresh after a good night's rest and feel quite myself again.
I am satisfied a life of going out and society is not a life for me.
We therefore declined the invitation which we received this morning to Miss Bird's wedding.
We only met her twice at Mrs.
James and it means a present.
Lupin said I am with you for once.
To my mind a wedding's a very poor play.
There are only two parts in it,
The bride and bridegroom.
The best man is only a walking gentleman.
With the exception of a crying father and a snivelling mother,
The rest are supers who have to dress well and have to pay for their insignificant parts in the shape of costly presents.
I didn't care for the theatrical slang but I did think it clever although disrespectful.
I told Sarah not to bring up the blamange again for breakfast.
It seems to have been placed on our table at every meal since Wednesday.
Cummings came round in the evening and congratulated us on the success of our party.
He said it was the best party he had been to for many a year but he wished we had let him know it was full dress as he would have turned up in his swallowtails.
We sat down to a quiet game of dominoes and were interrupted by the noisy entrance of Lupin and Frank Muttler.
Cummings and I asked them to join us.
Lupin said he didn't care for dominoes and suggested a game of spoof.
On my asking if it required counters,
Frank and Lupin,
In measured time,
Said one,
Two,
Three,
Go.
Have you an estate in Greenland?
It was simply Greek to me but it appears it is one of the customs of the Holloway comedians to do this when a member displays ignorance.
In spite of my instructions,
The blamange was brought up again for supper.
To make matters worse,
There had been an attempt to disguise it by placing it in a glass dish with jam around it.
Carrie asked Lupin if he would have some and he replied,
No second-hand goods for me,
Thank you.
I told Carrie when we were alone,
If that blamange were placed on the table again,
I should walk out of the house.
November the 19th,
Sunday.
A delightfully quiet day.
In the afternoon,
Lupin was off to spend the rest of the day with the muttlers.
He departed in the best of spirits and Carrie said,
Well,
One advantage of Lupin's engagement with Daisy is that the boy seems happy all day long.
That quite reconciles me to what I must confess seems an imprudent engagement.
Carrie and I talked the matter over during the evening and we agreed that it didn't always follow that an early engagement meant an unhappy marriage.
Dear Carrie reminded me that we married early and with the exception of a few trivial misunderstandings,
We had never had a really serious word.
I could not help thinking,
As I told her,
That half the pleasures of life were derived from the little struggles and small privations that one had to endure at the beginning of one's married life.
Such struggles were generally occasioned by want of means and often helped to make loving couples stand together all the firmer.
Carrie said I had expressed myself wonderfully well and that I was quite a philosopher.
We are all vain at times.
I must confess I felt flattered by Carrie's little compliment.
I don't pretend to be able to express myself in fine language but I feel I have the power of expressing my thoughts with simplicity and lucidness.
About nine o'clock,
To our surprise,
Lupin entered with a wild reckless look and in a hollow voice,
Which I must say seemed rather theatrical,
Said,
Have you any brandy?
I said,
No but here is some whiskey.
Lupin drank off nearly a wine glass full without water,
To my horror.
We all three sat reading in silence till ten when Carrie and I rose to go to bed.
Carrie said to Lupin,
I hope Daisy is well.
Lupin,
With a forced careless air that he must have picked up from the Holloway comedians,
Replied,
Oh Daisy,
You mean Miss Mutler?
I don't know whether she is well or not,
But please never mention her name again in my presence.
To be continued.
