The Diary of a Nobody

r new home, and I re

does the scraper. The Curate ca

which,by-the-by, we keep locked with the chain up. Cummings, Gowing, andour other intimate friends always come to the little side entrance, whichsaves the servant the trouble of going up to the front door, thereby takingher from her work. We have a nice little back garden which runs

Iam always in of an evening. Our old friend Gowing may drop in withoutceremony; so may Cummings, who lives opposite. My dear wifeCarolin

is not aboveputting a button on a shirt, mending a pillow-case, or practising the"Sylvia Gavotte" on our new cottage piano (on the three years' system),manufactured by W. Bilkson (in small letters), fr

by,that reminds me there is no key to our bedroom door, and the bells must beseen to. The parlour bell is broken, and the front door rings u

ing out, I arranged to dealwith Horwin, who s

worth ofeggs. In the evening, Cummings unexpectedly dropped in to show me ameerschaum pipe he had won in a raffle in the City, and told me to handleit carefully, as it would spoil the colouring if the hand was m

angedwith another butcher without consulting me. Gowing called

ing; sent them back toBorset with my complim

to find itwas Borset, the butterman, who was both drunk and offensive. Borset,on seeing me, said he would be hanged if he would ever serve City clerksany more - the game wasn't worth the candle. I restrained my feelings,and quietly remarked that I thought it was POSSIBLE for a city clerk to bea GENTLEMAN. He replied he was very glad to hear it, a

uct last night. He said he was unable to take his Bank Holiday lastMonday, and took it last night instead. He begged me to accept hisapology, and a pound of fresh butter. He seems, after all, a decent sort offellow; so I gave him an order for some fresh eggs, with a request that onthis o

my display, I had totake the Curate (whose name, by-the-by, I did not catch,) round the sideentrance. He caught his foot in the scraper, and tore the bottom of histrousers. Most annoying,

in the evening: walke

trousers, only repaired. Hewants me to take ro