That's eighteen thousand dollars cash.

And a man who's good enough for that much money is too good to wait upon me.

Fancy a man who could pay my whole year's salary with five feet of stock slinging hash to ME.

Fancy YOU tipping him with a quarter!" "But if HE don't mind it--and prefers to continue a waiter--why should YOU care?
And WE'RE not supposed to know." "That's just it," groaned Tallant.

"That's just where the sell comes in.
Think how he must chuckle over us! No, sir! There's nothing aristocratic about me; but, by thunder, if I can't eat my dinner, and feel I am as good as the man who waits on me, I'll resign from the Club." After endeavoring to point out to him the folly of such a proceeding, I finally suggested that we should take the other members of our Club into our confidence, and abide by their decision; to which he agreed.