You look--are dressed--in rags.

Do you think that doesn't worry me, and add to my misery?
Do you think that, ever since you entered and I recognized you, I haven't been saying to myself, 'This is my elder brother; this old, haggard-looking man, clad like a beggar, is the Marquess of Sutcombe and you are an impostor' ?" "Grant the case as you put it.

I am poor, but not unhappy.

I will venture to say that I am far happier than you, Talbot," said Mr.
Clendon, his dark eyes scanning the careworn face of the Marquess.

"I have my niche in the world; I earn my living, such as it is; I am free from care; I have enough laid by to save me from a pauper's grave, while you----" "Oh, I'm unhappy enough, I'll admit," said the Marquess, with a deep sigh.