He was not troublesome, oh! no, but rather embarrassing for others, and embarrassed for himself.

Easily satisfied, besides being very accommodating, forgetting to eat or drink, if some one did not bring him something to eat or drink, insensible to the cold as to the heat, he seemed to belong less to the animal kingdom than to the vegetable kingdom.

One must conceive a very useless tree, without fruit and almost without leaves, incapable of giving nourishment or shelter, but with a good heart.
Such was Cousin Benedict.

He would very willingly render service to people if, as Mr.Prudhomme would say, he were capable of rendering it.
Finally, his friends loved him for his very feebleness.

Mrs.Weldon regarded him as her child--a large elder brother of her little Jack.
It is proper to add here that Cousin Benedict was, meanwhile, neither idle nor unoccupied.