commit suicide, so far as preferment is concerned. I know perfectly well that it will grieve your dear mother dreadfully. I am aware that it will cause a grave scandal in the Church at a moment when grave scandals in the Church are peculiarly to be deplored. But I can only say that this thing is stronger than myself. I cannot, I simply cannot continue this deception. I won't pretend to you, as I once tried to pretend to Bisham, that it is my conscience that troubles me. It isn't. It's simply that I can't stand having Bisham praised for what I have made. I can't stand seeing his photograph in the magazines, when I know that it ought to be mine. I can't stand having him entertained by literary dining clubs, who ought to be entertaining me. I can't stand hearing people say what a clever fellow he is, when it's I that am the clever fellow.
