He little thinks I know; he little thinks I care.

Cunning scoundrel! he don't think that.

Not he, not he.

Never mind, I'll thwart him--I, Newman Noggs.

Ho, ho, the rascal!' Lashing himself up to an extravagant pitch of fury, Newman Noggs jerked himself about the room with the most eccentric motion ever beheld in a human being: now sparring at the little miniatures on the wall, and now giving himself violent thumps on the head, as if to heighten the delusion, until he sank down in his former seat quite breathless and exhausted.
'There,' said Newman, picking up his hat; 'that's done me good.