"And a—Well, waiter, you bring some of the best side dishes you have," says the Sheriff.
"Yes, sir," says the waiter, disappearing to fill the order.
"What are you going to drink, Sheriff?" asks the honorable gent.
"Oh! ah, yes! Waiter, bring us a bottle of Sherry; you take Sherry, Buck?"
"Yes, I'll go Sherry."
The Sherry was brought, and partly discussed by the time the dinner was spread.
"They keep the finest Port here you ever tasted," says the Diddler.
"Do they!" he responds; "well, suppose we try it?"
A bottle of old Port was brought, and the two worthies sat back and really enjoyed themselves in the saloon of the sumptuously kept restaurant; they then drank and smoked, until sated nature cried enough, and the Sheriff began to think of business.
"Suppose we top off with a fine bottle of English ale, Sheriff!"