You, however, seem to me to think a lot of him, since you think him a knave.

I should say he was glaringly good myself." "I sometimes think you talk paradox for its own sake," said Rupert, breaking an egg with unnecessary sharpness.

"What the deuce is the sense of it?
Here's a man whose original position was, by our common agreement, dubious.

He's a wanderer, a teller of tall tales, a man who doesn't conceal his acquaintance with all the blackest and bloodiest scenes on earth.

We take the trouble to follow him to one of his appointments, and if ever two human beings were plotting together and lying to every one else, he and that impossible house-agent were doing it.