I am glad your artistic eye detects what is wanting.
But, hold! there's a knock.

It's Fitz, I'll bet a hat." "Come in!" he cried, and Fletcher walked in.
"Good-evening, Fletcher," said Oscar.

"You see I'm packing, or rather Walton is packing.

He's a capital packer." "Indeed!" sneered Fletcher.

"I was not aware that Mr.Walton was in that line of business.