Yet how hard to be dignified with the man from whom comes one's daily bread.
"You are mistaken, sir," he said.

"I am quite happy and quite satisfied." Scarlett Trent laughed scornfully.
"Then you don't look it," he exclaimed.
"I may not, sir," the young man continued, with a desperate courage, "but I am.

After all happiness is spelt with different letters for all of us.

You have denied yourself--worked hard, carried many burdens and run great risks to become a millionaire.

I too have denied myself, have worked and struggled to make a home for the girl I cared for.