His friends saw a thoughtful countenance illumined by an intellectual light; his enemies recognized a sarcasm that had escaped from a sly and revengeful spirit.

But Henry was his friend.
"John," said Richmond, "you think"-- McGlenn turned out his thumb and began to motion with his fist.

"I won't submit to the narrow dictum of a man who presumes to tell me what I think." "But if nobody were to tell you, how would you find out what you think?
Oh," he added, "I admit that it was presumption on my part.

I was presuming that you think." "I do think, and if some one must tell me _what_ I think, let him be a thinking man." "John, you cry out for thought, and are the first to strike at it with your dogmatism.

You don't think--you dogmatize." McGlenn turned to Henry.