By George Grossmith
The diary is that of a guy who recognizes that he's no longer a "Somebody" - Charles Pooter of 'The Laurels', Brickfield Terrace, Holloway, a clerk within the urban of London - and it chronicles in hilarious element the standard lifetime of the decrease center type in the course of the nice Victorian age.
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All this is Greek to me. ” It seemed a pretty song, but she made such grimaces, and sang, to my mind, so out of tune, I would not have asked her to sing again; but Lupin made her sing four songs right off, one after the other. At ten o’clock we went down to supper, and from the way Gowing and Cummings ate you would have thought they had not had a meal for a month. I told Carrie to keep something back in case Mr. Perkupp should come by mere chance. Gowing annoyed me very much by filling a large tumbler of champagne, and drinking it straight off.
We drove up home in style, in a hansom-cab, and I knocked three times at the front door without getting an answer. I saw Carrie, through the panels of ground-glass (with stars), rushing upstairs. I told Mr. Franching to wait at the door while I went round to the side. There I saw the grocer’s boy actually picking off the paint on the door, which had formed into blisters. No time to reprove him; so went round and effected an entrance through the kitchen window. I let in Mr. Franching, and showed him into the drawing-room.
Left the shirts to be repaired at Trillip’s. ” Some people seem to be quite destitute of a sense of humour. —The last week has been like old times, Carrie being back, and Gowing and Cummings calling every evening nearly. Twice we sat out in the garden quite late. ” It is a good game. —“Consequences” again this evening. Not quite so successful as last night; Gowing having several times overstepped the limits of good taste. —In the evening Carrie and I went round to Mr. and Mrs. Cummings’ to spend a quiet evening with them.