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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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Carrie
and
I
were
rather
startled
at
Daisy’s
appearance.
She
had
a
bright-crimson
dress
on,
cut
very
low
in
the
neck.
I
do
not
think
such
a
style
modest.
She
ought
to
have
taken
a
lesson
from
Carrie,
and
covered
her
shoulders
with
a
little
lace.
Mr.
Nackles,
Mr.
Sprice-Hogg
and
his
four
daughters
came;
so
did
Franching,
and
one
or
two
of
Lupin’s
new
friends,
members
of
the
“Holloway
Comedians.”
Some
of
these
seemed
rather
theatrical
in
their
manner,
especially
one,
who
was
posing
all
the
evening,
and
leant
on
our
little
round
table
and
cracked
it.
Lupin
called
him
“our
Henry,”
and
said
he
was
“our
lead
at
the
H.C.’s,”
and
was
quite
as
good
in
that
department
as
Harry
Mutlar
was
as
the
low-comedy
merchant.
All
this
is
Greek
to
me.
We
had
some
music,
and
Lupin,
who
never
left
Daisy’s
side
for
a
moment,
raved
over
her
singing
of
a
song,
called
“Some
Day.”
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.
He
repeated
this
action,
and
made
me
fear
our
half-dozen
of
champagne
would
not
last
out.
I
tried
to
keep
a
bottle
back,
but
Lupin
got
hold
of
it,
and
took
it
to
the
side-table
with
Daisy
and
Frank
Mutlar.
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