The Diary of a Nobody

This quite decided me. As I had put my foot down on Spiritualism years ago, so I would again. I am pretty easy-going as a rule, but I can be extremely firm when driven to it. I said slowly, as I turned up the gas: “This is the last of this nonsense that shall ever take place under my roof. I regret I permitted myself to be a party to such tomfoolery. If there is anything in it— which I doubt— it is nothing of any good, and I won’t have it again. That is enough.” Mrs. James said: “I think, Mr. Pooter, you are rather over-stepping—” I said: “Hush, madam. I am master of this house— please understand that.” Mrs. James made an observation which I sincerely hope I was mistaken in. I was in such a rage I could not quite catch what she said. But if I thought she said what it sounded like, she should never enter the house again.