"So I want you to promise me to keep your thumb on all this until I say the word. Will you?"
"Yes," she said, "I promise, of course. You don't suppose I'm exactly eager to let people know that my father wrote 'Trixie,' now that I know it wasn't a burlesque. It was quite bad enough to have it attributed to my husband when I believed it to be a waggery. However, I suppose the disgrace has got to be met. From what you tell me, it's clear that the Archdeak means to confess?"
"Yes," said Dunkle, "he means that all right."
"Well," she said, "I wish we could stop it. It'll be a horrid scandal. It'll blow his chances of a bishopric sky high, and that'll just about break mamma's heart. She does so want to be a bishopess. I believe that, for her sake, we ought to
