tufthunter

I am by no means a tufthunter, my dear Akosh; I am not prejudiced, whatever people may say to the contrary—no!

He's a tufthunter—but he gets tufts....

And yet she was not a tufthunter, nor a toady.

A tufthunter is a snob, a parasite is a snob, the man who allows the manhood within him to be awed by a coronet is a snob.

So he compromises by spending five days at a private hotel in New York, run by a very worthy and deserving Englishwoman of the middle classes, where one may get Yorkshire puddings every day; and two days more at a wealthy tufthunter's million-dollar cottage at Newport, studying the habits and idiosyncrasies of the common people.