A week ago I could hold up my head with any of the fellows.

I was supposed to be a relative of Hugh Mainwaring's, with good prospects, and that I would come in for a good round sum whenever the old fellow made his will,--just as I did.

Now that's gone, and everything's gone; I haven't even a name left!" "Walter LaGrange, what do you mean?
Do you dare insinuate to your own mother-" "Why don't you call me Walter Mainwaring ?" he sneered.

"As to insinuations, I have to hear plenty of 'em.

Last night I was black-balled at one of the clubs where my name had been presented for membership, and a lot of the fellows have cut me dead." "Walter, listen to me.