"I don't think anything of him." "I'm glad to hear it," said Rupert, buttering his toast with an energy that was somewhat exultant.

"I thought you'd come round to my view, but I own I was startled at your not seeing it from the beginning.

The man is a translucent liar and knave." "I think," said Basil, in the same heavy monotone as before, "that I did not make myself clear.

When I said that I thought nothing of him I meant grammatically what I said.

I meant that I did not think about him; that he did not occupy my mind.