It's a weakness, not a virtue.

And the man who makes capital out of any man's weakness,--even of his own,--is either a criminal or a fool or both." Then they went back to the hotel for dinner.
The next morning, the artist and the novelist moved from the hotel, to establish themselves in the little house in the orange groves--the little house with its unobstructed view of the mountains, and with its rose garden, so mysteriously tended..