Chapter 11

           November20.—HaveseennothingofLupinthewholeday.Boughtacheapaddress-book.Ispenttheeveningcopyinginthenamesandaddressesofmyfriendsandacquaintances.LeftouttheMutlarsofcourse.

           November21.—Lupinturnedupforafewminutesintheevening.Heaskedforadropofbrandywithasortofcarelesslook,whichtomymindwastheatricalandquiteineffective.Isaid:“Myboy,Ihavenone,andIdon’tthinkIshouldgiveityouifIhad.”Lupinsaid:“I’llgowhereIcangetsome,”andwalkedoutofthehouse.Carrietooktheboy’spart,andtherestoftheeveningwasspentinadisagreeablediscussion,inwhichthewords“Daisy”and“Mutlar”musthaveoccurredathousandtimes.

           November22.—GowingandCummingsdroppedinduringtheevening.Lupinalsocamein,bringinghisfriend,Mr.Burwin–Fosselton—oneofthe“HollowayComedians”—whowasatourpartytheothernight,andwhocrackedourlittleroundtable.HappytosayDaisyMutlarwasneverreferredto.TheconversationwasalmostentirelymonopolisedbytheyoungfellowFosselton,whonotonlylookedratherlikeMr.Irving,butseemedtoimaginethathewasthecelebratedactor.Imustsayhegavesomecapitalimitationsofhim.Asheshowednosignsofmovingatsuppertime,Isaid:“Ifyouliketostay,Mr.Fosselton,forourusualcrust—praydo.”Hereplied:“Oh!thanks;butpleasecallmeBurwin–Fosselton.Itisadoublename.TherearelotsofFosseltons,butpleasecallmeBurwin–Fosselton.