He loved his ease.

His nature was inherently indolent, and he had the wasteful extravagant tastes that usually go with indolence.

He was not born to toil and struggle, and none had sought to correct the shortcomings of his character in that respect.

Sometimes he wondered what the future might hold for him should Oliver come to marry.
He feared his life might not be as easy as it was at present.

But he did not seriously fear.