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Merton
said
in
reference
to
friends
:
"
My
motto
is
'
Few
and
True
;
'
and
,
by
the
way
,
I
also
apply
that
to
wine
,
'
Little
and
Good
.
"'
Gowing
said
:
"
Yes
,
and
sometimes
'
cheap
and
tasty
,
'
eh
,
old
man
?
"
Merton
,
still
continuing
,
said
he
should
treat
me
as
a
friend
,
and
put
me
down
for
a
dozen
of
his
"
Lockanbar
"
whisky
,
and
as
I
was
an
old
friend
of
Gowing
,
I
should
have
it
for
36s
.
,
which
was
considerably
under
what
he
paid
for
it
.
He
booked
his
own
order
,
and
further
said
that
at
any
time
I
wanted
any
passes
for
the
theatre
I
was
to
let
him
know
,
as
his
name
stood
good
for
any
theatre
in
London
.
April
20
.
--
Carrie
reminded
me
that
as
her
old
school
friend
,
Annie
Fullers
(
now
Mrs.
James
)
,
and
her
husband
had
come
up
from
Sutton
for
a
few
days
,
it
would
look
kind
to
take
them
to
the
theatre
,
and
would
I
drop
a
line
to
Mr.
Merton
asking
him
for
passes
for
four
,
either
for
the
Italian
Opera
,
Haymarket
,
Savoy
,
or
Lyceum
.
I
wrote
Merton
to
that
effect
.
April
21
.
--
Got
a
reply
from
Merton
,
saying
he
was
very
busy
,
and
just
at
present
could
n't
manage
passes
for
the
Italian
Opera
,
Haymarket
,
Savoy
,
or
Lyceum
,
but
the
best
thing
going
on
in
London
was
the
Brown
Bushes
,
at
the
Tank
Theatre
,
Islington
,
and
enclosed
seats
for
four
;
also
bill
for
whisky
.
April
23
.
--
Mr.
and
Mrs.
James
(
Miss
Fullers
that
was
)
came
to
meat
tea
,
and
we
left
directly
after
for
the
Tank
Theatre
.
We
got
a
'
bus
that
took
us
to
King
's
Cross
,
and
then
changed
into
one
that
took
us
to
the
"
Angel
.
"
Mr.
James
each
time
insisted
on
paying
for
all
,
saying
that
I
had
paid
for
the
tickets
and
that
was
quite
enough
.
We
arrived
at
theatre
,
where
,
curiously
enough
,
all
our
'
bus-load
except
an
old
woman
with
a
basket
seemed
to
be
going
in
.
I
walked
ahead
and
presented
the
tickets
.
The
man
looked
at
them
,
and
called
out
:
"
Mr.
Willowly
!
do
you
know
anything
about
these
?
"
holding
up
my
tickets
.
The
gentleman
called
to
,
came
up
and
examined
my
tickets
,
and
said
:
"
Who
gave
you
these
?
"
I
said
,
rather
indignantly
:
"
Mr.
Merton
,
of
course
.
"
He
said
:
"
Merton
?
Who
's
he
?
"
I
answered
,
rather
sharply
:
"
You
ought
to
know
,
his
name
's
good
at
any
theatre
in
London
.
"
He
replied
:
"
Oh
!
is
it
?
Well
,
it
ai
n't
no
good
here
.
These
tickets
,
which
are
not
dated
,
were
issued
under
Mr.
Swinstead
's
management
,
which
has
since
changed
hands
.
"
While
I
was
having
some
very
unpleasant
words
with
the
man
,
James
,
who
had
gone
upstairs
with
the
ladies
,
called
out
:
"
Come
on
!
"
I
went
up
after
them
,
and
a
very
civil
attendant
said
:
"
This
way
,
please
,
box
H.
"
I
said
to
James
:
"
Why
,
how
on
earth
did
you
manage
it
?
"
and
to
my
horror
he
replied
:
"
Why
,
paid
for
it
of
course
.
"
This
was
humiliating
enough
,
and
I
could
scarcely
follow
the
play
,
but
I
was
doomed
to
still
further
humiliation
.
I
was
leaning
out
of
the
box
,
when
my
tie
--
a
little
black
bow
which
fastened
on
to
the
stud
by
means
of
a
new
patent
--
fell
into
the
pit
below
.
A
clumsy
man
not
noticing
it
,
had
his
foot
on
it
for
ever
so
long
before
he
discovered
it
.
He
then
picked
it
up
and
eventually
flung
it
under
the
next
seat
in
disgust
.
What
with
the
box
incident
and
the
tie
,
I
felt
quite
miserable
.
Mr.
James
,
of
Sutton
,
was
very
good
.
He
said
:
"
Do
n't
worry
--
no
one
will
notice
it
with
your
beard
.
That
is
the
only
advantage
of
growing
one
that
I
can
see
.
"
There
was
no
occasion
for
that
remark
,
for
Carrie
is
very
proud
of
my
beard
.
To
hide
the
absence
of
the
tie
I
had
to
keep
my
chin
down
the
rest
of
the
evening
,
which
caused
a
pain
at
the
back
of
my
neck
.
