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Every time Browett 's eyes meet mine he knows in his soul that I 'm his master -- his _ ego _ prostrates itself before mine -- and yet that man '' -- he concluded in a tone of distinguishable awe -- `` is worth all the way from two to three hundred millions ! '' `` Mrs. Eversley is an unlucky little woman , from what I hear , '' began Aunt Bell , once more with altruistic aims . `` That reminds me , '' said the Doctor , recalling himself from a downward look at the grovelling Browett , `` she made me promise to be in at four o'clock . Really I could n't evade her -- it was either four o'clock to-day or the first possible day . What could I do ? Aunt Bell , I wo n't pretend that this being looked up to and sought out is always disagreeable . Contrary to the Pharisee , I say ` Thank God I _ am _ as other men are ! '