Daisy Mutlar sole topic of conversation. Lupin’s new berth. Fireworks
at the Cummings’. The “Holloway Comedians.” Sarah quarrels with the
charwoman. Lupin’s uncalled-for interference. Am introduced to Daisy
Mutlar. We decide to give a party in her honour.
NOVEMBER 5, Sunday. Carrie and I troubled about that mere boy Lupin
getting engaged to be married without consulting us or anything. After
dinner he told us all about it. He said the lady’s name was Daisy
Mutlar, and she was the nicest, prettiest, and most accomplished girl he
ever met. He loved her the moment he saw her, and if he had to wait
fifty years he would wait, and he knew she would wait for him.
Lupin further said, with much warmth, that the world was a different
world to him now,—it was a world worth living in. He lived with an
object now, and that was to make Daisy Mutlar—Daisy Pooter, and he would
guarantee she would not disgrace the family of the Pooters. Carrie here
burst out crying, and threw her arms round his neck, and in doing so,
upset the glass of port he held in his hand all over his new light
I said I had no doubt we should like Miss Mutlar when we saw her, but
Carrie said she loved her already. I thought this rather premature, but
held my tongue. Daisy Mutlar was the sole topic of conversation for the
remainder of the day. I asked Lupin who her people were, and he replied:
“Oh, you know Mutlar, Williams and Watts.” I did not know, but refrained
from asking any further questions at present, for fear of irritating
NOVEMBER 6. Lupin went with me to the office, and had a long conversation
with Mr. Perkupp, our principal, the result of which was that he accepted
a clerkship in the firm of Job Cleanands and Co., Stock and Share
Brokers. Lupin told me, privately, it was an advertising firm, and he
did not think much of it. I replied: “Beggars should not be choosers;”
and I will do Lupin the justice to say, he looked rather ashamed of
In the evening we went round to the Cummings’, to have a few fireworks.
It began to rain, and I thought it rather dull. One of my squibs would
not go off, and Gowing said: “Hit it on your boot, boy; it will go off
then.” I gave it a few knocks on the end of my boot, and it went off
with one loud explosion, and burnt my fingers rather badly. I gave the
rest of the squibs to the little Cummings’ boy to let off.
Another unfortunate thing happened, which brought a heap of abuse on my
head. Cummings fastened a large wheel set-piece on a stake in the ground
by way of a grand finale. He made a great fuss about it; said it cost
seven shillings. There was a little difficulty in getting it alight. At
last it went off; but after a couple of slow revolutions it stopped. I
had my stick with me, so I gave it a tap to send it round, and,
unfortunately, it fell off the stake on to the grass. Anybody would have
thought I had set the house on fire from the way in which they stormed at
me. I will never join in any more firework parties. It is a ridiculous
waste of time and money.
NOVEMBER 7. Lupin asked Carrie to call on Mrs. Mutlar, but Carrie said
she thought Mrs. Mutlar ought to call on her first. I agreed with
Carrie, and this led to an argument. However, the matter was settled by
Carrie saying she could not find any visiting cards, and we must get some
more printed, and when they were finished would be quite time enough to
discuss the etiquette of calling.
NOVEMBER 8. I ordered some of our cards at Black’s, the stationers. I
ordered twenty-five of each, which will last us for a good long time. In
the evening, Lupin brought in Harry Mutlar, Miss Mutlar’s brother. He
was rather a gawky youth, and Lupin said he was the most popular and best
amateur in the club, referring to the “Holloway Comedians.” Lupin
whispered to us that if we could only “draw out” Harry a bit, he would
make us roar with laughter.
At supper, young Mutlar did several amusing things. He took up a knife,
and with the flat part of it played a tune on his cheek in a wonderful
manner. He also gave an imitation of an old man with no teeth, smoking a
big cigar. The way he kept dropping the cigar sent Carrie into fits.
In the course of conversation, Daisy’s name cropped up, and young Mutlar
said he would bring his sister round to us one evening—his parents being
rather old-fashioned, and not going out much. Carrie said we would get
up a little special party. As young Mutlar showed no inclination to go,
and it was approaching eleven o’clock, as a hint I reminded Lupin that he
had to be up early to-morrow. Instead of taking the hint, Mutlar began a
series of comic imitations. He went on for an hour without cessation.
Poor Carrie could scarcely keep her eyes open. At last she made an
excuse, and said “Good-night.”
Mutlar then left, and I heard him and Lupin whispering in the hall
something about the “Holloway Comedians,” and to my disgust, although it
was past midnight, Lupin put on his hat and coat, and went out with his
NOVEMBER 9. My endeavours to discover who tore the sheets out of my diary
still fruitless. Lupin has Daisy Mutlar on the brain, so we see little
of him, except that he invariably turns up at meal times. Cummings
NOVEMBER 10. Lupin seems to like his new berth—that’s a comfort. Daisy
Mutlar the sole topic of conversation during tea. Carrie almost as full
of it as Lupin. Lupin informs me, to my disgust, that he has been
persuaded to take part in the forthcoming performance of the “Holloway
Comedians.” He says he is to play Bob Britches in the farce, Gone to my
Uncle’s; Frank Mutlar is going to play old Musty. I told Lupin pretty
plainly I was not in the least degree interested in the matter, and
totally disapproved of amateur theatricals. Gowing came in the evening.
NOVEMBER 11. Returned home to find the house in a most disgraceful
uproar, Carrie, who appeared very frightened, was standing outside her
bedroom, while Sarah was excited and crying. Mrs. Birrell (the
charwoman), who had evidently been drinking, was shouting at the top of
her voice that she was “no thief, that she was a respectable woman, who
had to work hard for her living, and she would smack anyone’s face who
put lies into her mouth.” Lupin, whose back was towards me, did not hear
me come in. He was standing between the two women, and, I regret to say,
in his endeavour to act as peacemaker, he made use of rather strong
language in the presence of his mother; and I was just in time to hear
him say: “And all this fuss about the loss of a few pages from a rotten
diary that wouldn’t fetch three-halfpence a pound!” I said, quietly:
“Pardon me, Lupin, that is a matter of opinion; and as I am master of
this house, perhaps you will allow me to take the reins.”
I ascertained that the cause of the row was, that Sarah had accused Mrs.
Birrell of tearing the pages out of my diary to wrap up some kitchen fat
and leavings which she had taken out of the house last week. Mrs.
Birrell had slapped Sarah’s face, and said she had taken nothing out of
the place, as there was “never no leavings to take.” I ordered Sarah
back to her work, and requested Mrs. Birrell to go home. When I entered
the parlour Lupin was kicking his legs in the air, and roaring with
NOVEMBER 12, Sunday. Coming home from church Carrie and I met Lupin,
Daisy Mutlar, and her brother. Daisy was introduced to us, and we walked
home together, Carrie walking on with Miss Mutlar. We asked them in for
a few minutes, and I had a good look at my future daughter-in-law. My
heart quite sank. She is a big young woman, and I should think at least
eight years older than Lupin. I did not even think her good-looking.
Carrie asked her if she could come in on Wednesday next with her brother
to meet a few friends. She replied that she would only be too pleased.
NOVEMBER 13. Carrie sent out invitations to Gowing, the Cummings, to Mr.
and Mrs. James (of Sutton), and Mr. Stillbrook. I wrote a note to Mr.
Franching, of Peckham. Carrie said we may as well make it a nice affair,
and why not ask our principal, Mr. Perkupp? I said I feared we were not
quite grand enough for him. Carrie said there was “no offence in asking
him.” I said: “Certainly not,” and I wrote him a letter. Carrie
confessed she was a little disappointed with Daisy Mutlar’s appearance,
but thought she seemed a nice girl.
NOVEMBER 14. Everybody so far has accepted for our quite grand little
party for to-morrow. Mr. Perkupp, in a nice letter which I shall keep,
wrote that he was dining in Kensington, but if he could get away, he
would come up to Holloway for an hour. Carrie was busy all day, making
little cakes and open jam puffs and jellies. She said she felt quite
nervous about her responsibilities to-morrow evening. We decided to have
some light things on the table, such as sandwiches, cold chicken and ham,
and some sweets, and on the sideboard a nice piece of cold beef and a
Paysandu tongue—for the more hungry ones to peg into if they liked.
Gowing called to know if he was to put on “swallow-tails” to-morrow.
Carrie said he had better dress, especially as Mr. Franching was coming,
and there was a possibility of Mr. Perkupp also putting in an appearance.
Gowing said: “Oh, I only wanted to know, for I have not worn my
dress-coat for some time, and I must send it to have the creases pressed
After Gowing left, Lupin came in, and in his anxiety to please Daisy
Mutlar, carped at and criticised the arrangements, and, in fact,
disapproved of everything, including our having asked our old friend
Cummings, who, he said, would look in evening-dress like a green-grocer
engaged to wait, and who must not be surprised if Daisy took him for one.
I fairly lost my temper, and said: “Lupin, allow me to tell you Miss
Daisy Mutlar is not the Queen of England. I gave you credit for more
wisdom than to allow yourself to be inveigled into an engagement with a
woman considerably older than yourself. I advise you to think of earning
your living before entangling yourself with a wife whom you will have to
support, and, in all probability, her brother also, who appeared to be
nothing but a loafer.”
Instead of receiving this advice in a sensible manner, Lupin jumped up
and said: “If you insult the lady I am engaged to, you insult me. I will
leave the house and never darken your doors again.”
He went out of the house, slamming the hall-door. But it was all right.
He came back to supper, and we played Bézique till nearly twelve o’clock.