"Puppy!" yelled Mr. Wittleworth, throwing back his head. "Puppy!"
"Be still, Fitz!" said his mother.
"Be still, and be called a puppy!"
"Mr. Checkynshaw, I can only say that I meant to do right," added Mrs. Wittleworth.
"Puppy!" howled Fitz, pacing the room violently. "Puppy!"
"You meant to do right!" exclaimed the banker.
"I did. You told me that Marguerite was alive and well, and that I was—"
"A puppy! That's an insult!" soliloquized Mr. Wittleworth.
"That I was not the legal heir; that I had no claim upon you."
"And you have not," replied Mr. Checkynshaw.