His conscience was as easy as his spirits.

There was no one he had ever wronged, and a great many to whom he had done kind actions.

When any one suggested to him to do what he considered wrong, it was the easiest thing in the world for him to refuse flatly, and say boldly why.

If everybody else went one way, and he thought it not the right way, it cost him not an effort to turn and go his own way, even if he went it alone.

Fellows didn't like him.
They called him a prig--a sanctimonious young puppy.