I felt forced.

You will forgive me." He looked up at me, starting as if he had forgotten my presence.
"Yes, yes," he said, "I have a certain--I can't think of the right word--say respect--for your judgment and--and motives ...

But you see, there are, for instance, my colleagues.

I couldn't go to them ..." He lost the thread of his idea.
"To tell the truth," I said, with a sudden impulse for candour, "it isn't the political aspect of the matter, but the personal.

I spoke because it was just possible that I might be of service to you--personally--and because I would like you ...