My answer to such a charge may be given in a few lines.

In writing about Baden-Powell your humble servant has hardly considered the feelings of Baden-Powell at all.

B.-P.

has outlived a goodly number of absurd newspaper biographies, and he will survive this.

Of you, and you alone, most honoured sir, has the present historian thought, and so long as you are pleased, it matters little to him if the hypersensitive lift up lean hands, turn pale eyes to Heaven, and squeak "Indecent!" till they are hoarse.