I confess I like him, for all his faults--and unfortunately he has plenty of them; but to you, Piers, he would be dangerous.
Dangerous, first of all, because of his want of principle--you know my feelings on that point.

Then, I'm afraid he knows of your little inheritance, and he _might_--I don't say he would--but he might be tempted to presume upon your good nature.

You understand ?" "What is he doing ?" Piers inquired.
"Nothing worth speaking of, I fear.

Alec has no stability--so unlike you and me in that.

You and I inherit the brave old man's love of work; Alec was born an idler.