I could add a row of noughts to the single number he cherishes, enough to make a millionnaire of him; but strike away the first, the rest are wind.

Which signifies, that if you do not take his estimate of himself, you will think little of his: negative virtues.

He is not eminently, that is to say, not saliently, selfish; not rancorous, not obtrusive--tata-ta-ta.

But dull!--dull as a woollen nightcap over eyes and ears and mouth.

Oh! an executioner's black cap to me.