“Professor Robinson!” repeated Murdock scornfully. “Where did he get his title?”
“You will have to ask him,” said Walter, smiling.
“That is not the point, however. You are in his employ?”
“Well?”
“And yet you attend an evening party given by a young lady of high social position.”
“Mr. Murdock, you may be surprised to learn that it is by no means the first social party of the kind that I have attended.”
“That was before you became a faker.”
“You will oblige me by not calling me a faker. I am earning my living honestly. I don't know your business.”
“I am a lawyer,” said Murdock haughtily.
“I wish you success in your chosen profession.”