Admitted she's an angel--but, my good fellow, is she a lady ?" This was torture to Archie.

"I beg your pardon," he said, struggling to be composed, "but because you have wormed yourself into my confidence--" "O, come!" cried Frank.

"Your confidence?
It was rosy but unconsenting.
Your confidence, indeed?
Now, look! This is what I must say, Weir, for it concerns your safety and good character, and therefore my honour as your friend.

You say I wormed myself into your confidence.

Wormed is good.