Good-night, Mr.Fletcher," said Harry, and made his exit.
"You're a strange fellow, Oscar," said Fletcher, after Harry's departure.
"Very likely, but what particular strangeness do you refer to now ?" "No one but you would think of giving lessons to a printer's devil." "I don't know about that." "No one, I mean, that holds your position in society." "I don't know that I hold any particular position in society." "Your family live on Beacon Street, and move in the first circles.

I am sure my mother would be disgusted if I should demean myself so far as to give lessons to any vulgar apprentice." "I don't propose to give lessons to any vulgar apprentice." "You know whom I mean.

This Walton is only a printer's devil." "I don't know that that is any objection to him.

It isn't morally wrong to be a printer's devil, is it ?" "What a queer fellow you are, Oscar.

Of course I don't mean that.