"a young man," as he afterwards remarked to Lord Mounteney, "in whom, he knew not which most to admire, the soundness of his own views, or the candour with which he treated those of others." If you wish to win a man's heart, allow him to confute you.
"I think, Mr. Grey, you must admit, that that definition of labour is the correct one?" said Mr. Toad, looking earnestly in Vivian's face, his finger just presuming to feel a button.
"That exertion of mind or body, which is not the involuntary effect of the influence of natural sensations," slowly repeated Vivian, as if his whole soul was concentrated in each monosyllable—"Y—e—s, Mr. Toad, I do admit it."
"Then, my dear Sir, the rest follows of course," triumphantly exclaimed the Member. "Don't you see it?"
"Although I admit the correctness of your definition, Mr. Toad, I am not free to confess, that I am ex—act—ly convinced of the sound-
