You see a total stranger in a public street; you choose to start certain theories about his eyebrows.

You then treat him as a burglar because he enters an honest man's door.

The thing is too monstrous.

Admit that it is, Basil, and come home with me.

Though these people are still having tea, yet with the distance we have to go, we shall be late for dinner." Basil's eyes were shining in the twilight like lamps.
"I thought," he said, "that I had outlived vanity." "What do you want now ?" I cried.
"I want," he cried out, "what a girl wants when she wears her new frock; I want what a boy wants when he goes in for a clanging match with a monitor--I want to show somebody what a fine fellow I am.