We both asked him together whether he felt like himself again, after his terrible adventure of the past week.
With perfect tact, he contrived to answer us at the same moment.

Lady Verinder had his reply in words.

I had his charming smile.
"What," he cried, with infinite tenderness, "have I done to deserve all this sympathy?
My dear aunt! my dear Miss Clack! I have merely been mistaken for somebody else.

I have only been blindfolded; I have only been strangled; I have only been thrown flat on my back, on a very thin carpet, covering a particularly hard floor.

Just think how much worse it might have been! I might have been murdered; I might have been robbed.
What have I lost?
Nothing but Nervous Force--which the law doesn't recognise as property; so that, strictly speaking, I have lost nothing at all.