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I
said
:
"
A
quiet
pepper
and
salt
.
"
Carrie
said
:
"
Well
,
it
looks
more
like
mustard
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
"
April
27
.
--
Kept
a
little
later
than
usual
at
the
office
,
and
as
I
was
hurrying
along
a
man
stopped
me
,
saying
:
"
Hulloh
!
That
's
a
face
I
know
.
"
I
replied
politely
:
"
Very
likely
;
lots
of
people
know
me
,
although
I
May
not
know
them
.
"
He
replied
:
"
But
you
know
me
--
Teddy
Finsworth
.
"
So
it
was
.
He
was
at
the
same
school
with
me
.
I
had
not
seen
him
for
years
and
years
.
No
wonder
I
did
not
know
him
!
At
school
he
was
at
least
a
head
taller
than
I
was
;
now
I
am
at
least
a
head
taller
than
he
is
,
and
he
has
a
thick
beard
,
almost
grey
.
He
insisted
on
my
having
a
glass
of
wine
(
a
thing
I
never
do
)
,
and
told
me
he
lived
at
Middlesboro
'
,
where
he
was
Deputy
Town
Clerk
,
a
position
which
was
as
high
as
the
Town
Clerk
of
London
--
in
fact
,
higher
.
He
added
that
he
was
staying
for
a
few
days
in
London
,
with
his
uncle
,
Mr.
Edgar
Paul
Finsworth
(
of
Finsworth
and
Pultwell
)
.
He
said
he
was
sure
his
uncle
would
be
only
too
pleased
to
see
me
,
and
he
had
a
nice
house
,
Watney
Lodge
,
only
a
few
minutes
'
walk
from
Muswell
Hill
Station
.
I
gave
him
our
address
,
and
we
parted
.
In
the
evening
,
to
my
surprise
,
he
called
with
a
very
nice
letter
from
Mr.
Finsworth
,
saying
if
we
(
including
Carrie
)
would
dine
with
them
tomorrow
(
Sunday
)
,
at
two
o'clock
,
he
would
be
delighted
.
Carrie
did
not
like
to
go
;
but
Teddy
Finsworth
pressed
us
so
much
we
consented
.
Carrie
sent
Sarah
round
to
the
butcher
's
and
countermanded
our
half-leg
of
mutton
,
which
we
had
ordered
for
tomorrow
.
April
28
,
Sunday
.
--
We
found
Watney
Lodge
farther
off
than
we
anticipated
,
and
only
arrived
as
the
clock
struck
two
,
both
feeling
hot
and
uncomfortable
.
To
make
matters
worse
,
a
large
collie
dog
pounced
forward
to
receive
us
.
He
barked
loudly
and
jumped
up
at
Carrie
,
covering
her
light
skirt
,
which
she
was
wearing
for
the
first
time
,
with
mud
.
Teddy
Finsworth
came
out
and
drove
the
dog
off
and
apologised
.
We
were
shown
into
the
drawing-room
,
which
was
beautifully
decorated
.
It
was
full
of
knick-knacks
,
and
some
plates
hung
up
on
the
wall
.
There
were
several
little
wooden
milk-stools
with
paintings
on
them
;
also
a
white
wooden
banjo
,
painted
by
one
of
Mr.
Paul
Finsworth
's
nieces
--
a
cousin
of
Teddy
's
.
Mr.
Paul
Finsworth
seemed
quite
a
distinguished-looking
elderly
gentleman
,
and
was
most
gallant
to
Carrie
.
There
were
a
great
many
water-colours
hanging
on
the
walls
,
mostly
different
views
of
India
,
which
were
very
bright
.
Mr.
Finsworth
said
they
were
painted
by
"
Simpz
,
"
and
added
that
he
was
no
judge
of
pictures
himself
but
had
been
informed
on
good
authority
that
they
were
worth
some
hundreds
of
pounds
,
although
he
had
only
paid
a
few
shillings
apiece
for
them
,
frames
included
,
at
a
sale
in
the
neighbourhood
.
There
was
also
a
large
picture
in
a
very
handsome
frame
,
done
in
coloured
crayons
.
It
looked
like
a
religious
subject
.
I
was
very
much
struck
with
the
lace
collar
,
it
looked
so
real
,
but
I
unfortunately
made
the
remark
that
there
was
something
about
the
expression
of
the
face
that
was
not
quite
pleasing
.
It
looked
pinched
.
Mr.
Finsworth
sorrowfully
replied
:
"
Yes
,
the
face
was
done
after
death
--
my
wife
's
sister
.
"
I
felt
terribly
awkward
and
bowed
apologetically
,
and
in
a
whisper
said
I
hoped
I
had
not
hurt
his
feelings
.
We
both
stood
looking
at
the
picture
for
a
few
minutes
in
silence
,
when
Mr.
Finsworth
took
out
a
handkerchief
and
said
:
"
She
was
sitting
in
our
garden
last
summer
,
"
and
blew
his
nose
violently
.
He
seemed
quite
affected
,
so
I
turned
to
look
at
something
else
and
stood
in
front
of
a
portrait
of
a
jolly-looking
middle-aged
gentleman
,
with
a
red
face
and
straw
hat
.
I
said
to
Mr.
Finsworth
:
"
Who
is
this
jovial-looking
gentleman
?
Life
does
n't
seem
to
trouble
him
much
.
"
Mr.
Finsworth
said
:
"
No
,
it
does
n't
.
He
is
dead
too
--
my
brother
.
"
