He had never given so much as a preliminary screech on the subject, never blown a horn to show what his horrid intentions were--I only hope that if I had known I should still have had the moral courage to appoint him.

The Archbishop assures me I should--but I doubt it.

I was loudly accused of nepotism, of course.
Your uncle, who died soon afterwards, forgave me in the worst of taste on his deathbed.

I had no means of justifying myself.

The Archbishop and Grenfell and a few other old friends believed.