His salary was increased, his "tips" represented a much larger income than heretofore.

At the old Chaffey's every diner gave him a penny, whilst at the new he often received twopence, and customers were much more numerous.

But every copper he pouched cost Mr.Sparkes a pang of humiliation; his "Thank you, sir," had the urbanity which had become mechanical, but more often than not he sneered inwardly, despising himself and those upon whom he waited.
To one person alone did he exhibit all the bitterness of his feelings, and that was Mrs.Clover, the sister of his deceased wife.

With her he occasionally spent a Sunday evening in the parlour behind the china shop, and there would speak the thoughts that oppressed him.
"It isn't that I've any quarrel with the foreign rest'rants, Louisa.
They're all right in their way.

They suit a certain public, and they charge certain prices.