But in these matters we have no right to burden our friends with our decisions." "Of course, of course," said Fulkerson, feeling that he had been delicately told to mind his own business.
"I understand," the colonel went on, "the relation that Mr.Dryfoos bears to the periodical in which you have done me the honor to print my papah, but this is a question of passing the bounds of a purely business connection, and of eating the salt of a man whom you do not definitely know to be a gentleman." "Mah goodness!" his daughter broke in.

"If you bah your own salt with his money--" "It is supposed that I earn his money before I buy my salt with it," returned her father, severely.

"And in these times, when money is got in heaps, through the natural decay of our nefarious commercialism, it behooves a gentleman to be scrupulous that the hospitality offered him is not the profusion of a thief with his booty.

I don't say that Mr.
Dryfoos's good-fortune is not honest.

I simply say that I know nothing about it, and that I should prefer to know something before I sat down at his board." "You're all right, colonel," said Fulkerson, "and so is Mr.Dryfoos.