He was the same, yet not the same.
He was not aware of any difference in himself.

He did not know that he looked younger by ten years.

Such is the effect of mere personal sympathy upon a man's look and bearing.

When, therefore, one bright May morning, the family at Greyhope, himself excluded, was ready to start for London, he had no thought but that he would drop back into his old silent life, as it was before Lali came, and his brother's child was born.

He was not conscious that he was very restless that morning; he scarcely was aware that he had got up two hours earlier than usual.