Apparently he had been given what men call goodness as others are given moustaches or a cheerful temper.

When his contemporaries wondered at him, he often found himself wondering still more at them.

Why did they love coarse sins?
he thought.

Why did they fling themselves down, like dogs, to roll in offal?
He could not understand, and for a long time he did not wish to understand.

But one night the wish came to him, and he expressed it to his bosom friend, Julian Addison..