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CHAPTER V。
MRS。 P。 AROUSES US。 … GEORGE； THE SLUGGARD。 … THE 〃WEATHER FORECAST〃
SWINDLE。 … OUR LUGGAGE。 … DEPRAVITY OF THE SMALL BOY。 … THE PEOPLE GATHER
ROUND US。 … WE DRIVE OFF IN GREAT STYLE； AND ARRIVE AT WATERLOO。 …
INNOCENCE OF SOUTH WESTERN OFFICIALS CONCERNING SUCH WORLDLY THINGS AS
TRAINS。 … WE ARE AFLOAT； AFLOAT IN AN OPEN BOAT。
IT was Mrs。 Poppets that woke me up next morning。
She said：
〃Do you know that it's nearly nine o'clock； sir？〃
〃Nine o' what？〃 I cried； starting up。
〃Nine o'clock；〃 she replied； through the keyhole。 〃I thought you was a…
oversleeping yourselves。〃
I woke Harris； and told him。 He said：
〃I thought you wanted to get up at six？〃
〃So I did；〃 I answered； 〃why didn't you wake me？〃
〃How could I wake you； when you didn't wake me？〃 he retorted。 〃Now we
shan't get on the water till after twelve。 I wonder you take the trouble
to get up at all。〃
〃Um；〃 I replied； 〃lucky for you that I do。 If I hadn't woke you； you'd
have lain there for the whole fortnight。〃
We snarled at one another in this strain for the next few minutes； when
we were interrupted by a defiant snore from George。
It reminded us； for the first time since our being called； of his
existence。
There he lay … the man who had wanted to know what time he should wake us
… on his back； with his mouth wide open； and his knees stuck up。
I don't know why it should be； I am sure； but the sight of another man
asleep in bed when I am up； maddens me。 It seems to me so shocking to
see the precious hours of a man's life … the priceless moments that will
never come back to him again … being wasted in mere brutish sleep。
There was George； throwing away in hideous sloth the inestimable gift of
time； his valuable life； every second of which he would have to account
for hereafter； passing away from him； unused。 He might have been up
stuffing himself with eggs and bacon； irritating the dog； or flirting
with the slavey； instead of sprawling there； sunk in soul…clogging
oblivion。
It was a terrible thought。 Harris and I appeared to be struck by it at
the same instant。 We determined to save him； and； in this noble resolve；
our own dispute was forgotten。 We flew across and slung the clothes off
him； and Harris landed him one with a slipper； and I shouted in his ear；
and he awoke。
〃Wasermarrer？〃 he observed； sitting up。
〃Get up； you fat…headed chunk！〃 roared Harris。 〃It's quarter to ten。〃
〃What！〃 he shrieked； jumping out of bed into the bath； 〃Who the thunder
put this thing here？〃
We told him he must have been a fool not to see the bath。
We finished dressing； and； when it came to the extras； we remembered that
we had packed the tooth…brushes and the brush and comb （that tooth…brush
of mine will be the death of me； I know）； and we had to go downstairs；
and fish them out of the bag。 And when we had done that George wanted
the shaving tackle。 We told him that he would have to go without shaving
that morning； as we weren't going to unpack that bag again for him； nor
for anyone like him。
He said：
〃Don't be absurd。 How can I go into the City like this？〃
It was certainly rather rough on the City； but what cared we for human
suffering？ As Harris said； in his common； vulgar way； the City would
have to lump it。
We went downstairs to breakfast。 Montmorency had invited two other dogs
to come and see him off； and they were whiling away the time by fighting
on the doorstep。 We calmed them with an umbrella； and sat down to chops
and cold beef。
Harris said：
〃The great thing is to make a good breakfast；〃 and he started with a
couple of chops； saying that he would take these while they were hot； as
the beef could wait。
George got hold of the paper； and read us out the boating fatalities； and
the weather forecast； which latter prophesied 〃rain； cold； wet to fine〃
（whatever more than usually ghastly thing in weather that may be）；
〃occasional local thunder…storms； east wind； with general depression over
the Midland Counties （London and Channel）。 Bar。 falling。〃
I do think that； of all the silly； irritating tomfoolishness by which we
are plagued； this 〃weather…forecast〃 fraud is about the most aggravating。
It 〃forecasts〃 precisely what happened yesterday or a the day before； and
precisely the opposite of what is going to happen to…day。
I remember a holiday of mine being completely ruined one late autumn by
our paying attention to the weather report of the local newspaper。
〃Heavy showers； with thunderstorms； may be expected to…day；〃 it would say
on Monday； and so we would give up our picnic； and stop indoors all day；
waiting for the rain。 … And people would pass the house； going off in
wagonettes and coaches as jolly and merry as could be； the sun shining
out； and not a cloud to be seen。
〃Ah！〃 we said； as we stood looking out at them through the window； 〃won't
they come home soaked！〃
And we chuckled to think how wet they were going to get； and came back
and stirred the fire； and got our books； and arranged our specimens of
seaweed and cockle shells。 By twelve o'clock； with the sun pouring into
the room； the heat became quite oppressive； and we wondered when those
heavy showers and occasional thunderstorms were going to begin。
〃Ah！ they'll come in the afternoon； you'll find；〃 we said to each other。
〃Oh； WON'T those people get wet。 What a lark！〃
At one o'clock； the landlady would come in to ask if we weren't going
out； as it seemed such a lovely day。
〃No； no；〃 we replied； with a knowing chuckle； 〃not we。 WE don't mean to
get wet … no； no。〃
And when the afternoon was nearly gone； and still there was no sign of
rain； we tried to cheer ourselves up with the idea that it would come
down all at once； just as the people had started for home； and were out
of the reach of any shelter； and that they would thus get more drenched
than ever。 But not a drop ever fell； and it finished a grand day； and a
lovely night after it。
The next morning we would read that it was going to be a 〃warm； fine to
set…fair day； much heat；〃 and we would dress ourselves in flimsy things；
and go out； and； half…an…hour after we had started； it would commence to
rain hard； and a bitterly cold wind would spring up； and both would keep
on steadily for the whole day； and we would come home with colds and
rheumatism all over us； and go to bed。
The weather is a thing that is beyond me altogether。 I never can
understand it。 The barometer is useless： it is as misleading as the
newspaper forecast。
There was one hanging up in a hotel at Oxford at which I was staying last
spring； and； when I got there； it was pointing to 〃set fair。〃 It was
simply pouring with rain outside； and had been all day； and I couldn't
quite make matters out。 I tap