He doesn't know what his father was.

He was mixed up with a lot more." "I'll make him answer," said Courtenay.

"Here, what was your father ?" "An officer and a gentleman," I said proudly.
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Philip, dancing about with delight, and hanging on to his brother, who laughed too.

"Here's a game--a gardener's boy a gentleman! Oh my!" I was sorry I had said those words, but they slipped out, and I stood there angry and mortified before my tormentors.
"I say, Court, don't he look like a gentleman?
Look at the knees of his trousers, and his fists." "Never mind," said Courtenay, "I want to bat.

Look here, you, sir, can you play cricket ?" "Yes," I said, "a little." "Yes, _sir_, you beggar; how many more times am I to tell you! Come out in the field.