CHAPTER THE LAST
One of the happiest days of my life.
JULY 10. The excitement and anxiety through which I have gone the last
few days have been almost enough to turn my hair grey. It is all but
settled. To-morrow the die will be cast. I have written a long letter
to Lupin—feeling it my duty to do so,—regarding his attention to Mrs.
Posh, for they drove up to our house again last night.
JULY 11. I find my eyes filling with tears as I pen the note of my
interview this morning with Mr. Perkupp. Addressing me, he said: “My
faithful servant, I will not dwell on the important service you have done
our firm. You can never be sufficiently thanked. Let us change the
subject. Do you like your house, and are you happy where you are?”
I replied: “Yes, sir; I love my house and I love the neighbourhood, and
could not bear to leave it.”
Mr. Perkupp, to my surprise, said: “Mr. Pooter, I will purchase the
freehold of that house, and present it to the most honest and most worthy
man it has ever been my lot to meet.”
He shook my hand, and said he hoped my wife and I would be spared many
years to enjoy it. My heart was too full to thank him; and, seeing my
embarrassment, the good fellow said: “You need say nothing, Mr. Pooter,”
and left the office.
I sent telegrams to Carrie, Gowing, and Cummings (a thing I have never
done before), and asked the two latter to come round to supper.
On arriving home I found Carrie crying with joy, and I sent Sarah round
to the grocer’s to get two bottles of “Jackson Frères.”
My two dear friends came in the evening, and the last post brought a
letter from Lupin in reply to mine. I read it aloud to them all. It
ran: “My dear old Guv.,—Keep your hair on. You are on the wrong tack
again. I am engaged to be married to ‘Lillie Girl.’ I did not mention
it last Thursday, as it was not definitely settled. We shall be married
in August, and amongst our guests we hope to see your old friends Gowing
and Cummings. With much love to all, from The same old Lupin.”