February 11.—Feeling a little concerned about Lupin, I mustered
up courage to speak to Mr. Perkupp about him. Mr. Perkupp has
always been most kind to me, so I told him everything, including yesterday’s
adventure. Mr. Perkupp kindly replied: “There is no necessity
for you to be anxious, Mr. Pooter. It would be impossible for
a son of such good parents to turn out erroneously. Remember he
is young, and will soon get older. I wish we could find room for
him in this firm.” The advice of this good man takes loads
off my mind. In the evening Lupin came in.
After our little supper, he said: “My dear parents, I have
some news, which I fear will affect you considerably.” I
felt a qualm come over me, and said nothing. Lupin then said:
“It may distress you—in fact, I’m sure it will—but
this afternoon I have given up my pony and trap for ever.”
It may seem absurd, but I was so pleased, I immediately opened a bottle
of port. Gowing dropped in just in time, bringing with him a large
sheet, with a print of a tailless donkey, which he fastened against
the wall. He then produced several separate tails, and we spent
the remainder of the evening trying blindfolded to pin a tail on in
the proper place. My sides positively ached with laughter when
I went to bed.
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).