Of course I don't mean that. I
daresay he's well enough in his place, though he seems to be very
forward and presuming, but you know that he's not your equal."
"He is not my equal in knowledge, but I shouldn't be surprised if he
would be some time. You'd be astonished to see how fast he gets on."
"I daresay. But I mean in social position."
"It seems to me you can't think of anything but social position."
"Well, it's worth thinking about."
"No doubt, as far as it is deserved. But when it is founded on
nothing but money, I wouldn't give much for it."
"Of course we all know that the higher classes are more refined--"
"Than printers' devils and vulgar apprentices, I suppose," put in
Oscar, laughing,
"Yes."
"Well, if refinement consists in wearing kid gloves and stunning
neckties, I suppose the higher classes, as you call them, are more
refined."
"Do you mean me?" demanded Fletcher, who was noted for the character
of his neckties.
"Well, I can't say I don't. I suppose you regard yourself as a
representative of the higher classes, don't you?"
"To be sure I do," said Fletcher, complacently.
"So I supposed. Then you see I had a right to refer to you. Now
listen to my prediction. Twenty-five years from now, the boy whom
you look down upon as a vulgar apprentice will occupy a high
position, and you will be glad to number him among your
acquaintances.
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