Then one night I found that he had been drinking, and after that I understood--many things.

I think I know what you will say of him when you read this.

It looks so crude written.

But, Piers, he was not a bad man.

He had this one fatal weakness, but he loved me, and he was good to me nearly always." Piers' teeth closed suddenly and fiercely on his lower lip at this point; but he read on grimly with no other sign of indignation.
"Do you remember how I took upon myself once to warn you against losing your self-control ?" The handwriting was not quite so steady here; the letters looked hurried, as if some agitation had possessed the writer.