Oscar had very little liking for him, but as school-fellows they often met, and Fitzgerald often called upon him.

On such occasions he treated him politely enough, for it was not in his nature to be rude without cause.
Fitz was elaborately dressed, feeling that handsome clothes would help convey the impression of wealth, which he was anxious to establish.

In particular he paid attention to his neckties, of which he boasted a greater variety than any of his school-mates.

It was not a lofty ambition, but, such as it was, he was able to gratify it.
"How are you, Fitz ?" said Oscar, when he saw who was his visitor.
"Draw up a chair to the fire, and make yourself comfortable." "Thank you, Oscar," said Fitzgerald, leisurely drawing off a pair of kid gloves; "I thought I would drop in and see you." "All right! Will you have some popped corn ?" "No, thank you," answered Fitzgerald, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't fancy the article." "Don't you?
Then you don't know what's good." "Fancy passing round popped corn at a party in Boston," said the other.