Fitz liked to have it understood that he was of patrician lineage, and carefully ignored the little grocery, and certain country relations who occasionally paid a visit to their wealthy relatives, in spite of the rather frigid welcome they received.
"Oh, I suppose there are exceptions," Fletcher admitted reluctantly.
"Your father was smart." "So is Harry Walton.

I know what he is aiming at, and I predict that he will be an influential editor some day." "Have you got your Greek lesson ?" asked Fletcher, abruptly, who did not relish the course the conversation had taken.
"Yes." "Then I want you to translate a passage for me.

I couldn't make it out." "All right." Half an hour later Fletcher left Vincent's room.
"What a snob he is!" thought Oscar.
And Oscar was right..