Of course she was talking about Henry Leek, the humble valet, and not about Leek's illustrious master.
But Priam saw no difference between his lot and that of Leek.

He felt that there was no essential difference, and that, despite Leek's multiple perfections as a valet, he never had been looked after--properly.

Her voice made him feel just as sorry for himself as she was sorry for him; it made him feel that she had a kind heart, and that a kind heart was the only thing on earth that really mattered.

Ah! If Lady Sophia Entwistle had spoken to him in such accents...! The bill came.

It was so small that he was ashamed to pay it.