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Pooter, is extremely appropriate, if not altogether new." Thinking this rather a snub, I said: "Mr. Fosselton, I fancy " He interrupted me by saying: "Mr. BURWIN- Fosselton, if you please," which made me quite forget what I was going to say to him. During the supper Mr.
Crowbillon you must not, of course, lead him to suppose I know anything about your doing so and explain to him that your son was only taken on as a clerk quite an inexperienced one in fact out of the respect the firm had for you, Mr. Pooter. This is, of course, a fact.
It's the dead-and-alivest hole I ever seen." "You'll git used to it by and by," said Blackshaw. "Used to it! A person 'ud hev to be brought up onder a hen to git used to the dullness of this hole." "You wasn't brought up under a hen, or it must have been a big Bramer Pooter, if you were," replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple of heavy pots off the fire.
Perkupp said he required nothing, but would like a glass of seltzer or soda water. The last syphon was empty. Carrie said: "We have plenty of port wine left." Mr. Perkupp said, with a smile: "No, thank you. I really require nothing, but I am most pleased to see you and your husband in your own home. Good-night, Mrs. Pooter you will excuse my very short stay, I know."
He did so, and I examined it by the side of the envelope containing the Christmas card. I detected a similarity in the writing, in spite of the attempted disguise. I passed them on to Carrie, who began to laugh. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she said the card was never directed to me at all. It was "L. Pooter," not "C. Pooter."
Perkupp has always been most kind to me, so I told him everything, including yesterday's adventure. Mr. Perkupp kindly replied: "There is no necessity for you to be anxious, Mr. Pooter. It would be impossible for a son of such good parents to turn out erroneously. Remember he is young, and will soon get older. I wish we could find room for him in this firm."
Perkupp bade me sit down, which I was very pleased to do. Mr. Perkupp, resuming, said: "You will understand, Mr. Pooter, that the high- standing nature of our firm will not admit of our bending to anybody. If Mr. Crowbillon chooses to put his work into other hands I may add, less experienced hands it is not for us to bend and beg back his custom."
We stood chatting for some time, and at last I said: "You must excuse me now if I join Mrs. Pooter." When I approached her, she said: "Don't let me take you away from friends. I am quite happy standing here alone in a crowd, knowing nobody!"
The first arrival was Gowing, who, with his usual taste, greeted me with: "Hulloh, Pooter, why your trousers are too short!" I simply said: "Very likely, and you will find my temper 'SHORT' also." He said: "That won't make your trousers longer, Juggins. You should get your missus to put a flounce on them." I wonder I waste my time entering his insulting observations in my diary.
My heart was too full to thank him; and, seeing my embarrassment, the good fellow said: "You need say nothing, Mr. Pooter," and left the office. On arriving home I found Carrie crying with joy, and I sent Sarah round to the grocer's to get two bottles of "Jackson Freres." My two dear friends came in the evening, and the last post brought a letter from Lupin in reply to mine.
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