Was he really happy?
He ought to have been; for every wish he had in this life was fulfilled.

And yet, when Jim, and he, and Halbert, were walking, towel in hand down the garden, they held this conversation:-- "Sam, my dear old brother, at last," said Jim, "are you happy ?" "I ought to be, Jim," said Sam; "but I'm in the most confounded fright, sir."-- They generally are in a fright, when they are going to be married, those Benedicts.

What the deuce are they afraid of?
Our dear Jim was in anything but an enviable frame of mind.

He had found out several things which did not at all conduce to his happiness; he had found out that it was one thing to propose going to India, or No-man'sland, and cutting off every tie and association which he had in the world; and that it was quite another thing to do that same.

He had found out that it was one thing to leave his sister in the keeping of his friend Sam, and another to part from her probably for ever; and, last of all, he had found out, ever since his father had put his arm round his neck and kissed him, that night we know of, that he loved that father beyond all men in this world.