F. Anstey

“ Bultitude. 'Miserable young cub, you don't know what mischief you've done!'
'Well, it won't matter much to you now,' said Dick; 'you're out of it all.'
'Do you—do you mean to keep me out of it for ever, then?' asked Paul.
'As long as ever I can!' returned Dick frankly. 'It will be rather interesting to see what sort of a fellow you'll grow into—if you ever do grow. Perhaps you will always be like that, you know. This magic is a rum thing to meddle with.'
This suggestion almost maddened Paul. He made one stride forward, and faced his son with blazing eyes. ”

“ There was a suspicious hubbub and hum of voices from within; but as they entered every boy was bent over his books with the rapt absorption of the devoted student—an absorption that was the direct effect of the sound the door-handle made in turning.
'Our workshop,' said the Doctor airily, looking round. 'My first form, Mr. Bultitude. Some good workers here, and some idle ones.'
Dick stood in the doorway, looking (if the truth must be told) uncommonly foolish. ”

“ At his age too . . . the young dog!'
'This horror is what I should have expected from you,' said the Doctor (though he was in truth more than scandalised by the composure with which his announcement was received) . 'Such boldness is indeed characteristic of the dog, an animal which, as you are aware, was with the ancients a synonym for shamelessness. No boy, however abandoned, should hear such words of unequivocal condemnation from a father's lips without a pang of shame!'
Paul was only just able to control his rage by a great effort.
'You're right there, sir,' said Dick ”