We followed him home, and the very same night he is in the thick of a fatal, or nearly fatal, brawl, in which he is the only man armed.
Really, if this is being glaringly good, I must confess that the glare does not dazzle me." Basil was quite unmoved.

"I admit his moral goodness is of a certain kind, a quaint, perhaps a casual kind.

He is very fond of change and experiment.

But all the points you so ingeniously make against him are mere coincidence or special pleading.

It's true he didn't want to talk about his house business in front of us.