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tumbler and drank Carrie's health, coupled, as he said, "with her



worthy lord and master." We all had some splendid pigeon pie, and

ices to follow.



The waiters were very attentive, and asked if we would like some

more wine. I assisted Carrie and her friend and Mr. Padge, also



some people who had just come from the dancing-room, who were very

civil. It occurred to me at the time that perhaps some of the



gentlemen knew me in the City, as they were so polite. I made

myself useful, and assisted several ladies to ices, remembering an



old saying that "There is nothing lost by civility."

The band struck up for the dance, and they all went into the ball-



room. The ladies (Carrie and Mrs. Lupkin) were anxious to see the

dancing, and as I had not quite finished my supper, Mr. Padge



offered his arms to them and escorted them to the ball-room,

telling me to follow. I said to Mr. Padge: "It is quite a West



End affair," to which remark Mr. Padge replied: "That's right."

When I had quite finished my supper, and was leaving, the waiter



who had been attending on us arrested my attention by tapping me on

the shoulder. I thought it unusual for a waiter at a private ball



to expect a tip, but nevertheless gave a shilling, as he had been

very attentive. He smilingly replied: "I beg your pardon, sir,



this is no good," alluding to the shilling. "Your party's had four

suppers at 5s. a head, five ices at 1s., three bottles of champagne



at 11s. 6d., a glass of claret, and a sixpenny cigar for the stout

gentleman - in all 3 pounds 0s. 6d.!"



I don't think I was ever so surprised in my life, and had only

sufficient breath to inform him that I had received a private



invitation, to which he answered that he was perfectly well aware

of that; but that the invitation didn't include eatables and



drinkables. A gentleman who was standing at the bar corroborated

the waiter's statement, and assured me it was quite correct.



The waiter said he was extremely sorry if I had been under any

misapprehension; but it was not his fault. Of course there was



nothing to be done but to pay. So, after turning out my pockets, I

just managed to scrape up sufficient, all but nine shillings; but



the manager, on my giving my card to him, said: "That's all

right."



I don't think I ever felt more humiliated in my life, and I

determined to keep this misfortune from Carrie, for it would



entirely destroy the pleasant evening she was enjoying. I felt

there was no more enjoyment for me that evening, and it being late,



I sought Carrie and Mrs. Lupkin. Carrie said she was quite ready

to go, and Mrs. Lupkin, as we were wishing her "Good-night," asked



Carrie and myself if we ever paid a visit to Southend? On my

replying that I hadn't been there for many years, she very kindly



said: "Well, why don't you come down and stay at our place?" As

her invitation was so pressing, and observing that Carrie wished to



go, we promised we would visit her the next Saturday week, and stay

till Monday. Mrs. Lupkin said she would write to us to-morrow,



giving us the address and particulars of trains, etc.

When we got outside the Drill Hall it was raining so hard that the



roads resembled canals, and I need hardly say we had great

difficulty in getting a cabman to take us to Holloway. After



waiting a bit, a man said he would drive us, anyhow, as far as "The

Angel," at Islington, and we could easily get another cab from



there. It was a tedious journey; the rain was beating against the

windows and trickling down the inside of the cab.



When we arrived at "The Angel" the horse seemed tired out. Carrie

got out and ran into a doorway, and when I came to pay, to my



absolute horror I remembered I had no money, nor had Carrie. I

explained to the cabman how we were situated. Never in my life



have I ever been so insulted; the cabman, who was a rough bully and

to my thinking not sober, called me every name he could lay his



tongue to, and positively seized me by the beard, which he pulled

till the tears came into my eyes. I took the number of a policeman



(who witnessed the assault) for not taking the man in charge. The

policeman said he couldn't interfere, that he had seen no assault,



and that people should not ride in cabs without money.

We had to walk home in the pouring rain, nearly two miles, and when



I got in I put down the conversation I had with the cabman, word

for word, as I intend writing to the TELEGRAPH for the purpose of



proposing that cabs should be driven only by men under Government

control, to prevent civilians being subjected to the disgraceful



insult and outrage that I had had to endure.

April 17. - No water in our cistern again. Sent for Putley, who



said he would soon remedy that, the cistern being zinc.




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