If I thought you might influence him for good--but no, it is too risky.

One doesn't like to speak so of a brother, Piers, but I feel it my duty to warn you against poor Alec.
_Basta_!" That night Piers did not close his eyes.

The evening's excitement and the unusual warmth of the weather enhanced the feverishness due to his passionate thoughts.

Before daybreak he rose and tried to read, but no book would hold his attention.

Again he flung himself on to the bed, and lay till sunrise vainly groaning for sleep.
With the new day came a light rain, which threatened to continue.
Dullness ruled at breakfast.