Someone who knows him well said to me once, "He is no Sir Galahad.

Week-ending and London society have deteriorated his fibre." He began life well, but he has slackness in his blood and no vital enthusiasm in his heart.

His career has been a descent.

He has taken things--ethically and industrially--easily, too easily.
It is a pity that Nature forgot to bestow upon him those domestic motions of the heart which humanize the mind and beautify character, for in many ways he was fitted to play a great part in affairs of State and with real emotion in his nature would have made an ideal leader of the nation during the struggle with Germany.

He is a conspicuous example of the value of sensibility, for lacking this one quality he has entirely failed to reach the greatness to which his many gifts entitled him.
Few men can be so charming: no man can be more impressive.