Tuft-hunting is snobbish.

But I own there are people more snobbish than all those whose defects are above mentioned: viz., those individuals who can, and don't give dinners at all.

The man without hospitality shall never sit SUB IISDEM TRABIBUS with ME.

Let the sordid wretch go mumble his bone alone! What, again, is true hospitality?
Alas, my dear friends and brother Snobs! how little do we meet of it after all! Are the motives PURE which induce your friends to ask you to dinner?
This has often come across me.
Does your entertainer want something from you?
For instance, I am not of a suspicious turn; but it IS a fact that when Hookey is bringing out a new work, he asks the critics all round to dinner; that when Walker has got his picture ready for the Exhibition, he somehow grows exceedingly hospitable, and has his friends of the press to a quiet cutlet and a glass of Sillery.

Old Hunks, the miser, who died lately (leaving his money to his housekeeper) lived many years on the fat of the land, by simply taking down, at all his friends', the names and Christian names OF ALL THE CHILDREN.