"What is troubling you now?
You look like a funeral." "I'm mad," said Dismal in a spiritless way.
"Is that what ails you?
I'd never suspected it from your appearance." "Appearances are oftentimes deceitful," croaked Jones.

"Whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise." "Well, sit down and tell us all about it," invited Frank, offering a chair.

"My boy, it must be that you are studying too hard.

You have the outward appearance of a greasy grind." "What's that I just told you about appearances?
You are too hasty in your judgments.

The trouble with me this evening is that I have found out something." "I never supposed it would trouble you like this." "Wait.