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Dear
old
Cummings
came
in
the
evening
;
but
Gowing
sent
round
a
little
note
saying
he
hoped
I
would
excuse
his
not
turning
up
,
which
rather
amused
me
.
He
added
that
his
neck
was
still
painful
.
Of
course
,
Burwin
--
Fosselton
came
,
but
Lupin
never
turned
up
,
and
imagine
my
utter
disgust
when
that
man
Padge
actually
came
again
,
and
not
even
accompanied
by
Gowing
.
I
was
exasperated
,
and
said
:
"
Mr.
Padge
,
this
is
a
surprise
.
"
Dear
Carrie
,
fearing
unpleasantness
,
said
:
"
Oh
!
I
suppose
Mr.
Padge
has
only
come
to
see
the
other
Irving
make-up
.
"
Mr.
Padge
said
:
"
That
's
right
,
"
and
took
the
best
chair
again
,
from
which
he
never
moved
the
whole
evening
.
My
only
consolation
is
,
he
takes
no
supper
,
so
he
is
not
an
expensive
guest
,
but
I
shall
speak
to
Gowing
about
the
matter
.
The
Irving
imitations
and
conversations
occupied
the
whole
evening
,
till
I
was
sick
of
it
.
Once
we
had
a
rather
heated
discussion
,
which
was
commenced
by
Cummings
saying
that
it
appeared
to
him
that
Mr.
Burwin
--
Fosselton
was
not
only
like
Mr.
Irving
,
but
was
in
his
judgment
every
way
as
good
or
even
better
.
I
ventured
to
remark
that
after
all
it
was
but
an
imitation
of
an
original
.
Cummings
said
surely
some
imitations
were
better
than
the
originals
.
I
made
what
I
considered
a
very
clever
remark
:
"
Without
an
original
there
can
be
no
imitation
.
"
Mr.
Burwin
--
Fosselton
said
quite
impertinently
:
"
Do
n't
discuss
me
in
my
presence
,
if
you
please
;
and
,
Mr.
Pooter
,
I
should
advise
you
to
talk
about
what
you
understand
;
"
to
which
that
cad
Padge
replied
:
"
That
's
right
.
"
Dear
Carrie
saved
the
whole
thing
by
suddenly
saying
:
"
I
'll
be
Ellen
Terry
.
"
Dear
Carrie
's
imitation
was
n't
a
bit
liked
,
but
she
was
so
spontaneous
and
so
funny
that
the
disagreeable
discussion
passed
off
.
When
they
left
,
I
very
pointedly
said
to
Mr.
Burwin
--
Fosselton
and
Mr.
Padge
that
we
should
be
engaged
tomorrow
evening
.
November
25
.
--
Had
a
long
letter
from
Mr.
Fosselton
respecting
last
night
's
Irving
discussion
.
I
was
very
angry
,
and
I
wrote
and
said
I
knew
little
or
nothing
about
stage
matters
,
was
not
in
the
least
interested
in
them
and
positively
declined
to
be
drawn
into
a
discussion
on
the
subject
,
even
at
the
risk
of
its
leading
to
a
breach
of
friendship
.
I
never
wrote
a
more
determined
letter
.
On
returning
home
at
the
usual
hour
on
Saturday
afternoon
I
met
near
the
Archway
Daisy
Mutlar
.
My
heart
gave
a
leap
.
I
bowed
rather
stiffly
,
but
she
affected
not
to
have
seen
me
.
Very
much
annoyed
in
the
evening
by
the
laundress
sending
home
an
odd
sock
.
Sarah
said
she
sent
two
pairs
,
and
the
laundress
declared
only
a
pair
and
a
half
were
sent
.
I
spoke
to
Carrie
about
it
,
but
she
rather
testily
replied
:
"
I
am
tired
of
speaking
to
her
;
you
had
better
go
and
speak
to
her
yourself
.
She
is
outside
.
"
I
did
so
,
but
the
laundress
declared
that
only
an
odd
sock
was
sent
.
Gowing
passed
into
the
passage
at
this
time
and
was
rude
enough
to
listen
to
the
conversation
,
and
interrupting
,
said
:
"
Do
n't
waste
the
odd
sock
,
old
man
;
do
an
act
of
charity
and
give
it
to
some
poor
man
with
only
one
leg
.
"
The
laundress
giggled
like
an
idiot
.
I
was
disgusted
and
walked
upstairs
for
the
purpose
of
pinning
down
my
collar
,
as
the
button
had
come
off
the
back
of
my
shirt
.
When
I
returned
to
the
parlour
,
Gowing
was
retailing
his
idiotic
joke
about
the
odd
sock
,
and
Carrie
was
roaring
with
laughter
.
I
suppose
I
am
losing
my
sense
of
humour
.
I
spoke
my
mind
pretty
freely
about
Padge
.
Gowing
said
he
had
met
him
only
once
before
that
evening
.
He
had
been
introduced
by
a
friend
,
and
as
he
(
Padge
)
had
"
stood
"
a
good
dinner
,
Gowing
wished
to
show
him
some
little
return
.
Upon
my
word
,
Gowing
's
coolness
surpasses
all
belief
.
Lupin
came
in
before
I
could
reply
,
and
Gowing
unfortunately
inquired
after
Daisy
Mutlar
.
Lupin
shouted
:
"
Mind
your
own
business
,
sir
!
"
and
bounced
out
of
the
room
,
slamming
the
door
.
The
remainder
of
the
night
was
Daisy
Mutlar
--
Daisy
Mutlar
--
Daisy
Mutlar
.
Oh
dear
!
