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 new companion.