He was too languid to go anywhere or do anything; a republican might have compared the settled expression of his handsome, hopeless face with that of most day-laborers of the same age, and moderated his envy of the rich and titled.
At last he became so pale as well as languid that Mr.Saunders interfered.
Saunders was a model valet and factotum; who had been with his master ever since he left Eton, and had made himself necessary to him in their journeys.
The said Saunders was really an invaluable servant, and, with a world of obsequiousness, contrived to have his own way on most occasions.

He had, I believe, only one great weakness, that of imagining a beau-ideal of aristocracy and then outdoing it in the person of John Saunders.
Now this Saunders was human, and could not be eight years with this young gentleman and not take some little interest in him.

He was flunky, and took a great interest in him, as stepping-stone to his own greatness.

So when he saw him turning pale and thin, and reading one letter fifty times, he speculated and inquired what was the matter.

He brought the intellect of Mr.Saunders to bear on the question at the following angle: "Now, if I was a young lord with 20,000 pounds a year, and all the world at my feet, what would make me in this way?
Why, the liver! Nothing else.
"And that is what is wrong with him, you may depend." This conclusion arrived at, Mr.Saunders coolly wrote his convictions to Dr.Aberford, and desired that gentleman's immediate attention to the case.