It's no earthly use saying I am.

I don't like the life; it seems to me senseless.

And those who live it don't like me.

They think me heavy--just heavy.

And I have enough sensitiveness to know it." Michael need not have stated his reasons, for his cousin could certainly have guessed them; he could, too, have confessed to the truth of them.
Michael had not the light hand, which is so necessary when young men work together in a companionship of which the cordiality is an essential part of the work; neither had he in the social side of life that particular and inimitable sort of easy self-confidence which, as he had said just now, enables its owner to float.