it might be 15 pounds or even 20 pounds; but 100 pounds surpasses
all
belief. Carrie and I both rejoiced over our good fortune.
Lupin came home in the evening in the
utmost good spirits. I sent
Sarah quietly round to the grocer's for a bottle of
champagne, the
same as we had before, "Jackson Freres." It was opened at supper,
and I said to Lupin: "This is to
celebrate some good news I have
received to-day." Lupin replied: "Hooray, Guv.! And I have some
good news, also; a double event, eh?" I said: "My boy, as a
result of twenty-one years' industry and
strict attention to the
interests of my superiors in office, I have been
rewarded with
promotion and a rise in salary of 100 pounds."
Lupin gave three cheers, and we rapped the table
furiously, which
brought in Sarah to see what the matter was. Lupin ordered us to
"fill up" again, and addressing us upstanding, said: "Having been
in the firm of Job Cleanands, stock and share-brokers, a few weeks,
and not having paid particular attention to the interests of my
superiors in office, my Guv'nor, as a
reward to me, allotted me 5
pounds worth of shares in a really good thing. The result is, to-
day I have made 200 pounds." I said: "Lupin, you are joking."
"No, Guv., it's the good old truth; Job Cleanands PUT ME ON TO
CHLORATES."
January 21. - I am very much
concerned at Lupin having started a
pony-trap. I said: "Lupin, are you justified in this outrageous
extravagance?" Lupin replied: "Well, one must get to the City
somehow. I've only hired it, and can give it up any time I like."
I
repeated my question: "Are you justified in this extravagance?"
He replied: "Look here, Guv., excuse me
saying so, but you're a
bit out of date. It does not pay nowadays, fiddling about over
small things. I don't mean anything personal, Guv'nor. My boss
says if I take his tip, and stick to big things, I can make big
money!" I said I thought the very idea of
speculation most
horrifying. Lupin said "It is not
speculation, it's a dead cert."
I advised him, at all events, not to continue the pony and cart;
but he replied: "I made 200 pounds in one day; now suppose I only
make 200 pounds in a month, or put it at 100 pounds a month, which
is ridiculously low - why, that is 1,250 pounds a year. What's a
few pounds a week for a trap?"
I did not
pursue the subject further, beyond
saying that I should
feel glad when the autumn came, and Lupin would be of age and
responsible for his own debts. He answered: "My dear Guv., I
promise you
faithfully that I will never
speculate with what I have
not got. I shall only go on Job Cleanands' tips, and as he is in
the 'know' it is pretty safe sailing." I felt somewhat relieved.
Gowing called in the evening and, to my surprise, informed me that,
as he had made 10 pounds by one of Lupin's tips, he intended asking
us and the Cummings round next Saturday. Carrie and I said we
should be delighted.
January 22. - I don't generally lose my
temper with servants; but I
had to speak to Sarah rather
sharply about a
careless habit she has
recently
contracted of shaking the table-cloth, after removing the
breakfast things, in a manner which causes all the crumbs to fall
on the
carpet,
eventually to be trodden in. Sarah answered very
rudely: "Oh, you are always complaining." I replied: "Indeed, I
am not. I spoke to you last week about walking all over the
drawing-room
carpet with a piece of yellow soap on the heel of your
boot." She said: "And you're always grumbling about your
breakfast." I said: "No, I am not; but I feel
perfectly justified
in complaining that I never can get a hard-boiled egg. The moment
I crack the shell it spurts all over the plate, and I have spoken
to you at least fifty times about it." She began to cry and make a
scene; but
fortunately my 'bus came by, so I had a good excuse for
leaving her. Gowing left a message in the evening, that we were
not to forget next Saturday. Carrie amusingly said: As he has
never asked any friends before, we are not likely to forget it.
January 23. - I asked Lupin to try and change the hard brushes, he
recently made me a present of, for some softer ones, as my hair-
dresser tells me I ought not to brush my hair too much just now.
January 24. - The new chimney-glass came home for the back drawing-
room. Carrie arranged some fans very prettily on the top and on
each side. It is an
immenseimprovement to the room.
January 25. - We had just finished our tea, when who should come in
but Cummings, who has not been here for over three weeks. I
noticed that he looked anything but well, so I said: "Well,
Cummings, how are you? You look a little blue." He replied:
"Yes! and I feel blue too." I said: "Why, what's the matter?" He
said: "Oh, nothing, except that I have been on my back for a
couple of weeks, that's all. At one time my doctor nearly gave me
up, yet not a soul has come near me. No one has even taken the
trouble to inquire whether I was alive or dead."
I said: "This is the first I have heard of it. I have passed your
house several nights, and presumed you had company, as the rooms
were so
brilliantly lighted."
Cummings replied: "No! The only company I have had was my wife,
the doctor, and the
landlady - the last-named having turned out a
perfect trump. I wonder you did not see it in the paper. I know
it was mentioned in the BICYCLE NEWS."
I thought to cheer him up, and said: "Well, you are all right
now?"
He replied: "That's not the question. The question is whether an
illness does not
enable you to discover who are your TRUE friends."
I said such an
observation was
unworthy of him. To make matters
worse, in came Gowing, who gave Cummings a
violent slap on the
back, and said: "Hulloh! Have you seen a ghost? You look scared
to death, like Irving in MACBETH." I said: "Gently, Gowing, the
poor fellow has been very ill." Gowing roared with
laughter and
said: "Yes, and you look it, too." Cummings quietly said: "Yes,
and I feel it too - not that I suppose you care."
An
awkward silence followed. Gowing said: "Never mind, Cummings,
you and the missis come round to my place to-morrow, and it will
cheer you up a bit; for we'll open a bottle of wine."
January 26. - An
extraordinary thing happened. Carrie and I went
round to Gowing's, as arranged, at half-past seven. We knocked and
rang several times without getting an answer. At last the latch
was drawn and the door opened a little way, the chain still being
up. A man in shirt-sleeves put his head through and said: "Who is
it? What do you want?" I said: "Mr. Gowing, he is expecting us."
The man said (as well as I could hear, owing to the yapping of a
little dog): "I don't think he is. Mr. Gowing is not at home." I
said: "He will be in directly."
With that
observation he slammed the door, leaving Carrie and me
standing on the steps with a cutting wind blowing round the corner.
Carrie advised me to knock again. I did so, and then discovered
for the first time that the knocker had been newly painted, and the
paint had come off on my gloves - which were, in consequence,
completely spoiled.
I knocked at the door with my stick two or three times.
The man opened the door,
taking the chain off this time, and began
abusing me. He said: "What do you mean by scratching the paint
with your stick like that, spoiling the
varnish? You ought to be
ashamed of yourself."
I said: "Pardon me, Mr. Gowing invited - "
He interrupted and said: "I don't care for Mr. Gowing, or any of
his friends. This is MY door, not Mr. Gowing's. There are people
here besides Mr. Gowing."
The impertinence of this man was nothing. I scarcely noticed it,
it was so
trivial in
comparison with the scandalous conduct of
Gowing.
At this moment Cummings and his wife arrived. Cummings was very
lame and leaning on a stick; but got up the steps and asked what
the matter was.
The man said: "Mr. Gowing said nothing about expecting anyone.
All he said was he had just received an
invitation to Croydon, and
he should not be back till Monday evening. He took his bag with
him."
With that he slammed the door again. I was too
indignant with
Gowing's conduct to say anything. Cummings looked white with rage,
and as he descended the steps struck his stick
violently on the
ground and said: "Scoundrel!"
CHAPTER XV.
Gowing explains his conduct. Lupin takes us for a drive, which we
don't enjoy. Lupin introduces us to Mr. Murray Posh.
February 8. - It does seem hard I cannot get good sausages for
breakfast. They are either full of bread or spice, or are as red
as beef. Still
anxious about the 20 pounds I invested last week by
Lupin's advice. However, Cummings has done the same.
February 9. - Exactly a
fortnight has passed, and I have neither
seen nor heard from Gowing
respecting his
extraordinary conduct in
asking us round to his house, and then being out. In the evening
Carrie was engaged marking a half-dozen new collars I had
purchased. I'll back Carrie's marking against anybody's. While I
was drying them at the fire, and Carrie was rebuking me for
scorching them, Cummings came in.
He seemed quite well again, and chaffed us about marking the
collars. I asked him if he had heard from Gowing, and he replied
that he had not. I said I should not have believed that Gowing
could have acted in such an ungentlemanly manner. Cummings said:
"You are mild in your
description of him; I think he has acted like
a cad."
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when the door opened, and
Gowing, putting in his head, said: "May I come in?" I said:
"Certainly." Carrie said very pointedly: "Well, you ARE a
stranger." Gowing said: "Yes, I've been on and off to Croydon
during the last
fortnight." I could see Cummings was boiling over,
and
eventually he tackled Gowing very
stronglyrespecting his
conduct last Saturday week. Gowing appeared surprised, and said:
"Why, I posted a letter to you in the morning announcing that the
party was 'off, very much off.'" I said: "I never got it."
Gowing, turning to Carrie, said: "I suppose letters sometimes
MISCARRY, don't they, MRS. Carrie?" Cummings
sharply said: "This
is not a time for joking. I had no notice of the party being put
off." Gowing replied: "I told Pooter in my note to tell you, as I
was in a hurry. However, I'll inquire at the
post-office, and we
must meet again at my place." I added that I hoped he would be
present at the next meeting. Carrie roared at this, and even
Cummings could not help laughing.
February 10, Sunday. - Contrary to my wishes, Carrie allowed Lupin
to
persuade her to take her for a drive in the afternoon in his
trap. I quite
disapprove of driving on a Sunday, but I did not
like to trust Carrie alone with Lupin, so I offered to go too.
Lupin said: "Now, that is nice of you, Guv., but you won't mind
sitting on the back-seat of the cart?"
Lupin proceeded to put on a bright-blue coat that seemed miles too
large for him. Carrie said it wanted
taking in
considerably at the
back. Lupin said: "Haven't you seen a box-coat before? You can't
drive in anything else."
He may wear what he likes in the future, for I shall never drive
with him again. His conduct was
shocking. When we passed Highgate
Archway, he tried to pass everything and everybody. He shouted to
respectable people who were walking quietly in the road to get out
of the way; he flicked at the horse of an old man who was riding,
causing it to rear; and, as I had to ride
backwards, I was
compelled to face a gang of roughs in a donkey-cart, whom Lupin had
chaffed, and who turned and followed us for nearly a mile,
bellowing, indulging in
coarse jokes and
laughter, to say nothing
of
occasionally pelting us with orange-peel.
Lupin's excuse - that the Prince of Wales would have to put up with
the same sort of thing if he drove to the Derby - was of little
consolation to either Carrie or myself. Frank Mutlar called in the
evening, and Lupin went out with him.
February 11. - Feeling a little
concerned about Lupin, I mustered
up courage to speak to Mr. Perkupp about him. Mr. Perkupp has