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July
1
.
--
I
find
,
on
looking
over
my
diary
,
nothing
of
any
consequence
has
taken
place
during
the
last
month
.
To-day
we
lose
Lupin
,
who
has
taken
furnished
apartments
at
Bayswater
,
near
his
friends
,
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Murray
Posh
,
at
two
guineas
a
week
.
I
think
this
is
most
extravagant
of
him
,
as
it
is
half
his
salary
.
Lupin
says
one
never
loses
by
a
good
address
,
and
,
to
use
his
own
expression
,
Brickfield
Terrace
is
a
bit
"
off
.
"
Whether
he
means
it
is
"
far
off
"
I
do
not
know
.
I
have
long
since
given
up
trying
to
understand
his
curious
expressions
.
I
said
the
neighbourhood
had
always
been
good
enough
for
his
parents
.
His
reply
was
:
"
It
is
no
question
of
being
good
or
bad
.
There
is
no
money
in
it
,
and
I
am
not
going
to
rot
away
my
life
in
the
suburbs
.
"
We
are
sorry
to
lose
him
,
but
perhaps
he
will
get
on
better
by
himself
,
and
there
May
be
some
truth
in
his
remark
that
an
old
and
a
young
horse
ca
n't
pull
together
in
the
same
cart
.
Gowing
called
,
and
said
that
the
house
seemed
quite
peaceful
,
and
like
old
times
.
He
liked
Master
Lupin
very
well
,
but
he
occasionally
suffered
from
what
he
could
not
help
--
youth
.
July
2
.
--
Cummings
called
,
looked
very
pale
,
and
said
he
had
been
very
ill
again
,
and
of
course
not
a
single
friend
had
been
near
him
.
Carrie
said
she
had
never
heard
of
it
,
whereupon
he
threw
down
a
copy
of
the
Bicycle
News
on
the
table
,
with
the
following
paragraph
:
"
We
regret
to
hear
that
that
favourite
old
roadster
,
Mr.
Cummings
(
'
Long
'
Cummings
)
,
has
met
with
what
might
have
been
a
serious
accident
in
Rye
Lane
.
A
mischievous
boy
threw
a
stick
between
the
spokes
of
one
of
the
back
wheels
,
and
the
machine
overturned
,
bringing
our
brother
tricyclist
heavily
to
the
ground
.
Fortunately
he
was
more
frightened
than
hurt
,
but
we
missed
his
merry
face
at
the
dinner
at
Chingford
,
where
they
turned
up
in
good
numbers
.
'
Long
'
Cummings
'
health
was
proposed
by
our
popular
Vice
,
Mr.
Westropp
,
the
prince
of
bicyclists
,
who
in
his
happiest
vein
said
it
was
a
case
of
'
Cumming
(
s
)
thro
'
the
Rye
,
but
fortunately
there
was
more
wheel
than
woe
,
'
a
joke
which
created
roars
of
laughter
.
"
We
all
said
we
were
very
sorry
,
and
pressed
Cummings
to
stay
to
supper
.
Cummings
said
it
was
like
old
times
being
without
Lupin
,
and
he
was
much
better
away
.
July
3
,
Sunday
.
--
In
the
afternoon
,
as
I
was
looking
out
of
the
parlour
window
,
which
was
open
,
a
grand
trap
,
driven
by
a
lady
,
with
a
gentleman
seated
by
the
side
of
her
,
stopped
at
our
door
.
Not
wishing
to
be
seen
,
I
withdrew
my
head
very
quickly
,
knocking
the
back
of
it
violently
against
the
sharp
edge
of
the
window-sash
.
I
was
nearly
stunned
.
There
was
a
loud
double-knock
at
the
front
door
;
Carrie
rushed
out
of
the
parlour
,
upstairs
to
her
room
,
and
I
followed
,
as
Carrie
thought
it
was
Mr.
Perkupp
.
I
thought
it
was
Mr.
Franching
.
--
I
whispered
to
Sarah
over
the
banisters
:
"
Show
them
into
the
drawing-room
.
"
Sarah
said
,
as
the
shutters
were
not
opened
,
the
room
would
smell
musty
.
There
was
another
loud
rat-tat
.
I
whispered
:
"
Then
show
them
into
the
parlour
,
and
say
Mr.
Pooter
will
be
down
directly
.
"
I
changed
my
coat
,
but
could
not
see
to
do
my
hair
,
as
Carrie
was
occupying
the
glass
.
Sarah
came
up
,
and
said
it
was
Mrs.
Murray
Posh
and
Mr.
Lupin
.
This
was
quite
a
relief
.
I
went
down
with
Carrie
,
and
Lupin
met
me
with
the
remark
:
"
I
say
,
what
did
you
run
away
from
the
window
for
?
Did
we
frighten
you
?
"
