I've rather a weakness--it's a very ordinary one too--for trying to manage other people's concerns.

And there's something so fine about you that I can't bear to stand aside and see you mess up your own.
So, sonny,--for my satisfaction,--will you promise me not to take a wrong turning over this ?" He spoke very earnestly, with a pleading that could not give offence.
Piers' face softened almost in spite of him.

"You're an awfully good chap," he said.
"Promise me, lad!" pleaded Crowther, still holding his arm in a friendly grasp; then as Piers hesitated: "You know, I'm an older man than you are.

I can see further.

You'll be making your own hell if you don't." "But why should I promise ?" said Piers uneasily.
"Because I know you will keep a promise--even against your own judgment." Simply, with absolute conviction, Crowther made reply.