You see, I was put into a most difficult position.

Mr.Wrybolt is my trustee, and he has to look after Len--though he's never given a thought to him till now--and he's a man of influence; that is to say, in his own wretched, vulgar world, but unfortunately it's a kind of influence one's obliged to think about.
Len, you know, is just eleven, and one has to begin to think about his future, and it isn't as if he was going to be rich and could do as he liked.

I'm sure you'll understand me.

With a man like Mr.Wrybolt--" "Not so many words," interposed the listener, smiling rather disdainfully.

"I see the upshot of it all.