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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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MARCH
21.—
To-day
I
shall
conclude
my
diary,
for
it
is
one
of
the
happiest
days
of
my
life.
My
great
dream
of
the
last
few
weeks—
in
fact,
of
many
years—
has
been
realised.
This
morning
came
a
letter
from
Mr.
Perkupp,
asking
me
to
take
Lupin
down
to
the
office
with
me.
I
went
to
Lupin’s
room;
poor
fellow,
he
seemed
very
pale,
and
said
he
had
a
bad
headache.
He
had
come
back
yesterday
from
Gravesend,
where
he
spent
part
of
the
day
in
a
small
boat
on
the
water,
having
been
mad
enough
to
neglect
to
take
his
overcoat
with
him.
I
showed
him
Mr.
Perkupp’s
letter,
and
he
got
up
as
quickly
as
possible.
I
begged
of
him
not
to
put
on
his
fast-coloured
clothes
and
ties,
but
to
dress
in
something
black
or
quiet-looking.
Carrie
was
all
of
a
tremble
when
she
read
the
letter,
and
all
she
could
keep
on
saying
was:
“Oh,
I
do
hope
it
will
be
all
right.”
For
myself,
I
could
scarcely
eat
any
breakfast.
Lupin
came
down
dressed
quietly,
and
looking
a
perfect
gentleman,
except
that
his
face
was
rather
yellow.
Carrie,
by
way
of
encouragement
said:
“You
do
look
nice,
Lupin.”
Lupin
replied:
“Yes,
it’s
a
good
make-up,
isn’t
it?
A
regular-downright-respectable-funereal-first-class-City-firm-junior-
clerk.”
He
laughed
rather
ironically.
In
the
hall
I
heard
a
great
noise,
and
also
Lupin
shouting
to
Sarah
to
fetch
down
his
old
hat.
I
went
into
the
passage,
and
found
Lupin
in
a
fury,
kicking
and
smashing
a
new
tall
hat.
I
said:
“Lupin,
my
boy,
what
are
you
doing?
How
wicked
of
you!
Some
poor
fellow
would
be
glad
to
have
it.”
Lupin
replied:
“I
would
not
insult
any
poor
fellow
by
giving
it
to
him.”
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