Serene outwardly--he would not let the vulgar see his scars and sores; and was one of those proud spirits who build to themselves desolate places.
Little Puddock was the man with whom he had least reserve.

Puddock was so kindly, and so true and secret, and cherished beside, so great an admiration for him, that he greeted him rather kindly at a moment when another visitor would have fared scurvily enough.

Puddock was painfully struck with his pallor, his wild and haggard eye, and something stern and brooding in his handsome face, which was altogether new and shocking to him.
'I've been _thinking_, Puddock,' he said; 'and thought with me has grown strangely like despair--and that's all.

Why, man, _think_--what is there for me ?--all my best stakes I've lost already; and I'm fast losing myself.

How different, Sir, is my fate from others?
Worse men than I--every way incomparably worse--and d---- them, _they_ prosper, while I go down the tide.