Again, Harry is a printer, and works for a living, which Fitz considers degrading.

Besides all this, Harry was elected President of our Debating Society,--an office which Fitz wanted." "I hope" said Maud, "that Mr.Fletcher's dislike does not affect your peace of mind, Mr.Walton." "Not materially," said Harry, laughing.
"By the way, Maud," said Oscar, "did I ever tell you how Fletcher's pride was mortified at school by our discovering his relationship to a tin-pedler ?" "No, tell me about it." The story, already familiar to the reader, was graphically told by Oscar, and served to amuse his sister.
"He deserved the mortification," she said.

"I shall remember it if he shows any of his arrogance at the party." "Fletcher rather admires Maud," said Oscar, after his sister had gone out of the room; "but the favor isn't reciprocated.

If he undertakes to say anything to her against you, she will take him down, depend upon it." Saturday evening came, and Harry, with Oscar and his sister, started for the party.

Our hero, having confessed his inability to dance, had been diligently instructed in the Lancers by Oscar, so that he felt some confidence in being able to get through without any serious blunder.
"Of course you must dance, Harry," he said.