You want no joys.

You are not deprived of a single delight.

I repeat it, Roland, you are a happy man, most happy!" "Good!" said Roland.

"You forget my aneurism, my lord." Sir John looked at Roland incredulously.

Roland seemed to enjoy the most perfect health.
"Your aneurism against my million, Roland," said Lord Tanlay, with a feeling of profound sadness, "providing that with this aneurism you give me this mother who weeps for joy on seeing you again; this sister who faints with delight at your return; this child who clings upon your neck like some fresh young fruit to a sturdy young tree; this chateau with its dewy shade, its river with its verdant flowering banks, these blue vistas dotted with pretty villages and white-capped belfries graceful as swans.