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We
were
rather
jolly
at
supper
,
and
Daisy
made
herself
very
agreeable
,
especially
in
the
earlier
part
of
the
evening
,
when
she
sang
.
At
supper
,
however
,
she
said
:
"
Can
you
make
tee-to-tums
with
bread
?
"
and
she
commenced
rolling
up
pieces
of
bread
,
and
twisting
them
round
on
the
table
.
I
felt
this
to
be
bad
manners
,
but
of
course
said
nothing
.
Presently
Daisy
and
Lupin
,
to
my
disgust
,
began
throwing
bread-pills
at
each
other
.
Frank
followed
suit
,
and
so
did
Cummings
and
Gowing
,
to
my
astonishment
.
They
then
commenced
throwing
hard
pieces
of
crust
,
one
piece
catching
me
on
the
forehead
,
and
making
me
blink
.
I
said
:
"
Steady
,
please
;
steady
!
"
Frank
jumped
up
and
said
:
"
Tum
,
tum
;
then
the
band
played
.
"
I
did
not
know
what
this
meant
,
but
they
all
roared
,
and
continued
the
bread-battle
.
Gowing
suddenly
seized
all
the
parsley
off
the
cold
mutton
,
and
threw
it
full
in
my
face
.
I
looked
daggers
at
Gowing
,
who
replied
:
"
I
say
,
it
's
no
good
trying
to
look
indignant
,
with
your
hair
full
of
parsley
.
"
I
rose
from
the
table
,
and
insisted
that
a
stop
should
be
put
to
this
foolery
at
once
.
Frank
Mutlar
shouted
:
"
Time
,
gentlemen
,
please
!
time
!
"
and
turned
out
the
gas
,
leaving
us
in
absolute
darkness
.
I
was
feeling
my
way
out
of
the
room
,
when
I
suddenly
received
a
hard
intentional
punch
at
the
back
of
my
head
.
I
said
loudly
:
"
Who
did
that
?
"
There
was
no
answer
;
so
I
repeated
the
question
,
with
the
same
result
.
I
struck
a
match
,
and
lighted
the
gas
.
They
were
all
talking
and
laughing
,
so
I
kept
my
own
counsel
;
but
,
after
they
had
gone
,
I
said
to
Carrie
;
"
The
person
who
sent
me
that
insulting
post-card
at
Christmas
was
here
to-night
.
"
December
29
.
--
I
had
a
most
vivid
dream
last
night
.
I
woke
up
,
and
on
falling
asleep
,
dreamed
the
same
dream
over
again
precisely
.
I
dreamt
I
heard
Frank
Mutlar
telling
his
sister
that
he
had
not
only
sent
me
the
insulting
Christmas
card
,
but
admitted
that
he
was
the
one
who
punched
my
head
last
night
in
the
dark
.
As
fate
would
have
it
,
Lupin
,
at
breakfast
,
was
reading
extracts
from
a
letter
he
had
just
received
from
Frank
.
I
asked
him
to
pass
the
envelope
,
that
I
might
compare
the
writing
.
He
did
so
,
and
I
examined
it
by
the
side
of
the
envelope
containing
the
Christmas
card
.
I
detected
a
similarity
in
the
writing
,
in
spite
of
the
attempted
disguise
.
I
passed
them
on
to
Carrie
,
who
began
to
laugh
.
I
asked
her
what
she
was
laughing
at
,
and
she
said
the
card
was
never
directed
to
me
at
all
.
It
was
"
L.
Pooter
,
"
not
"
C.
Pooter
.
"
Lupin
asked
to
look
at
the
direction
and
the
card
,
and
exclaimed
,
with
a
laugh
:
"
Oh
yes
,
Guv.
,
it
's
meant
for
me
.
"
I
said
:
"
Are
you
in
the
habit
of
receiving
insulting
Christmas
cards
?
"
He
replied
:
"
Oh
yes
,
and
of
sending
them
,
too
.
"
In
the
evening
Gowing
called
,
and
said
he
enjoyed
himself
very
much
last
night
.
I
took
the
opportunity
to
confide
in
him
,
as
an
old
friend
,
about
the
vicious
punch
last
night
.
He
burst
out
laughing
,
and
said
:
"
Oh
,
it
was
your
head
,
was
it
?
I
know
I
accidentally
hit
something
,
but
I
thought
it
was
a
brick
wall
.
"
I
told
him
I
felt
hurt
,
in
both
senses
of
the
expression
.
December
30
,
Sunday
.
--
Lupin
spent
the
whole
day
with
the
Mutlars
.
He
seemed
rather
cheerful
in
the
evening
,
so
I
said
:
"
I
'm
glad
to
see
you
so
happy
,
Lupin
.
"
He
answered
:
"
Well
,
Daisy
is
a
splendid
girl
,
but
I
was
obliged
to
take
her
old
fool
of
a
father
down
a
peg
.
What
with
his
meanness
over
his
cigars
,
his
stinginess
over
his
drinks
,
his
farthing
economy
in
turning
down
the
gas
if
you
only
quit
the
room
for
a
second
,
writing
to
one
on
half-sheets
of
note-paper
,
sticking
the
remnant
of
the
last
cake
of
soap
on
to
the
new
cake
,
putting
two
bricks
on
each
side
of
the
fireplace
,
and
his
general
'
outside-halfpenny
-
'
busness
,
'
I
was
compelled
to
let
him
have
a
bit
of
my
mind
.
"
I
said
:
"
Lupin
,
you
are
not
much
more
than
a
boy
;
I
hope
you
wo
n't
repent
it
.
"
