"'Harry Walton.'
"'He never was a friend of mine,' said Fitz, turning up his delicately chiselled nose,—'the beggarly printer's devil!'
"I hope you won't feel sensitive about the manner in which Fitz spoke of you.
"'You've made two mistakes,' said I. 'He's neither a beggar nor a printer's devil.'
"'He used to be,' retorted Fitz.
"'The last, not the first. You'll be glad to hear that he's getting on well.'
"'Has he had his wages raised twenty-five cents a week?' sneered Fitz.
"'He has lost his place,' said I.
"Fletcher actually looked happy, but I dashed his happiness by adding, 'but he's got a better one.'
"'What's that?' he snarled.