April 6.—Eggs for breakfast simply shocking; sent them back
to Borset with my compliments, and he needn’t call any more for
orders. Couldn’t find umbrella, and though it was pouring
with rain, had to go without it. Sarah said Mr. Gowing must have
took it by mistake last night, as there was a stick in the ‘all
that didn’t belong to nobody. In the evening, hearing someone
talking in a loud voice to the servant in the downstairs hall, I went
out to see who it was, and was surprised to find it was Borset, the
butterman, who was both drunk and offensive. Borset, on seeing
me, said he would be hanged if he would ever serve City clerks any more—the
game wasn’t worth the candle. I restrained my feelings,
and quietly remarked that I thought it was possible for a city
clerk to be a gentleman. He replied he was very glad to
hear it, and wanted to know whether I had ever come across one, for
he hadn’t. He left the house, slamming the door after
him, which nearly broke the fanlight; and I heard him fall over the
scraper, which made me feel glad I hadn’t removed it. When
he had gone, I thought of a splendid answer I ought to have given him.
However, I will keep it for another occasion.
The Diary of a Nobody
is the fictitious diary of Charles Pooter, written by George
Grossmith and originally serialised in Punch magazine in 1888 and 1889.
The text of this version is taken from
the Gutenberg etext
, and the weblog
format was engineered by Kevan Davis
(initially a straight
weblog in 2004, then rewritten as an auto RSS generator in April 2007).