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The Diary of a Nobody
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George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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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
doesn’t
seem
to
trouble
him
much.”
Mr.
Finsworth
said:
“No,
it
doesn’t.
He
is
dead
too—
my
brother.”
I
was
absolutely
horrified
at
my
own
awkwardness.
Fortunately
at
this
moment
Carrie
entered
with
Mrs.
Finsworth,
who
had
taken
her
upstairs
to
take
off
her
bonnet
and
brush
her
skirt.
Teddy
said:
“Short
is
late,”
but
at
that
moment
the
gentleman
referred
to
arrived,
and
I
was
introduced
to
him
by
Teddy,
who
said:
“Do
you
know
Mr.
Short?”
I
replied,
smiling,
that
I
had
not
that
pleasure,
but
I
hoped
it
would
not
be
long
before
I
knew
Mr.
Short.
He
evidently
did
not
see
my
little
joke,
although
I
repeated
it
twice
with
a
little
laugh.
I
suddenly
remembered
it
was
Sunday,
and
Mr.
Short
was
perhaps
very
particular.
In
this
I
was
mistaken,
for
he
was
not
at
all
particular
in
several
of
his
remarks
after
dinner.
In
fact
I
was
so
ashamed
of
one
of
his
observations
that
I
took
the
opportunity
to
say
to
Mrs.
Finsworth
that
I
feared
she
found
Mr.
Short
occasionally
a
little
embarrassing.
To
my
surprise
she
said:
“Oh!
he
is
privileged
you
know.”
I
did
not
know
as
a
matter
of
fact,
and
so
I
bowed
apologetically.
I
fail
to
see
why
Mr.
Short
should
be
privileged.
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