The common people know me, and I am master.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one.

Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

I am content if I am like the rest, so that no man stops if he sees me, or pauses in his speaking if he hears my words, 'Ha, ha! A stranger!' I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.

You come to me not alone as agent of my friend Peter Hawkins, of Exeter, to tell me all about my new estate in London.