His idea of middling warm, I could not help thinking, was not very different from hot.

And yet I felt I could stand it better from him than from most.
"Some chaps," said he, after returning me the cane to put back in its place, "would say that this sort of thing pained them more than it does you.

It didn't me.

I fancy you felt it more than I did.

Anyhow, you'll remember what I said, won't you?
Pridgin's not half a bad chap." "If you want any one to fag for you.