He was to confide his sorrow to the paternal bosom of his Bishop.

When Aunt Aggie was in her normal state it was the Bishop in whom the Archdeacon was to confide.

But sometimes in the evenings after a glass of cowslip wine, her imagination took a bolder flight.

The Archbishop himself was to be the confidant of the distracted cleric.
This presented no real difficulty after the first moment, for the Archbishop was in the flower of his age--the Archdeacon's age--and might easily have been at school with him.

Aunt Aggie had once seen Lambeth from a cab window as she passed over Westminster Bridge.