"That?" said Buttons, taking a paper which the fat man thrust in his face, "why, that's a hotel bill."
"A hotel bill? Why it's an imposition!" cried the other excitedly.
"Perhaps it is," said Buttons, coolly.
"Of course it is! Read it out loud, and let these gentlemen see what they think of it."
"I'll read it in English," said Buttons, "for the benefit of the Club:"
Mister Blank,
To the Hotel du Roi:
One dinner..........3 francs.
Six porters.........6 francs.
One cab.............2 francs.