The signs of nervous fatigue are at first accepted by him and his friends as proofs of his sincerity.

He begins to suffer from the curate's disease, the bright-eyed, hysterical condition in which a man talks all day long to a succession of sympathetic hearers about his own overwork, and drifts into actual ill-health, though he is not making an hour's continuous exertion in the day.

I knew a young agitator in that state who thought that he could not make a propagandist speech unless the deeply admiring pitman, in whose cottage he was staying, played the Marseillaise on a harmonium before he started.

Often such a man takes to drink.

In any case he is liable, as the East End clergymen who try to live the same life are liable, to the most pitiable forms of moral collapse.
Such men, however, are those who being unfit for a life without privacy, do not survive.