"Sit down and make yourself comfortable.

You know my friend, Harry Walton, I believe ?" "I believe I had the honor to meet him here one evening," said Fitzgerald stiffly, slightly emphasizing the word "honor." "I hope you are well, Mr.Fletcher," said Harry, more amused than disturbed by the manner of the aristocratic visitor.
"Thank you, my health is good," said Fitzgerald with equal stiffness, and forthwith turned to Oscar, not deigning to devote any more attention to Harry.
Our hero had intended to remain a short time longer, but, under the circumstances, as Oscar's attention would be occupied by Fletcher, with whom he was not on intimate terms, he thought he might spend the evening more profitably at home in study.
"If you'll excuse me, Oscar," he said, rising, "I will leave you now, as I have something to do this evening." "If you insist upon it, Harry, I will excuse you.

Come round Friday evening." "Thank you." "Do you have to work at the printing office in the evening ?" Fletcher deigned to inquire.
"No; I have some studying to do." "Reading and spelling, I suppose," sneered Fletcher.
"I am studying French." "Indeed!" returned Fletcher, rather surprised.

"How can you study it without a teacher ?" "I have a teacher." "Who is it ?" "Professor Vincent," said Harry, smiling.
"You didn't know that I had developed into a French Professor, did you, Fitz?
Well, it's so, and whether it's the superior teaching or not, I can't say, but my scholar is getting on famously." "It must be a great bore to teach," said Fletcher.
"Not at all.

I like it." "Every one to his taste," said Fitzgerald unpleasantly.
"Good-night, Oscar.