November 5, Sunday.—Carrie and I troubled about that mere boy
Lupin getting engaged to be married without consulting us or anything.
After dinner he told us all about it. He said the lady’s
name was Daisy Mutlar, and she was the nicest, prettiest, and most accomplished
girl he ever met. He loved her the moment he saw her, and if he
had to wait fifty years he would wait, and he knew she would wait for
Lupin further said, with much warmth, that the world was a different
world to him now,—it was a world worth living in. He lived
with an object now, and that was to make Daisy Mutlar—Daisy Pooter,
and he would guarantee she would not disgrace the family of the Pooters.
Carrie here burst out crying, and threw her arms round his neck, and
in doing so, upset the glass of port he held in his hand all over his
new light trousers.
I said I had no doubt we should like Miss Mutlar when we saw her,
but Carrie said she loved her already. I thought this rather premature,
but held my tongue. Daisy Mutlar was the sole topic of conversation
for the remainder of the day. I asked Lupin who her people were,
and he replied: “Oh, you know Mutlar, Williams and Watts.”
I did not know, but refrained from asking any further questions at present,
for fear of irritating Lupin.