Well, a friend of mine has got me the offer of a post in connection with a weekly paper.

It is not a very great thing in itself just now, but it may improve, and there is always the prospect of picking up other work of the same kind.' The Canon, who had never seen even an abstract of one of his own sermons in print, had a proper reverence for the men who guide the world's thought through the press.
'That is very good, Conneally--very satisfactory indeed.

I always knew you had brains.

But why did you never tell me what you were doing?
I should have been deeply interested in anything you wrote.' Hyacinth's conscience smote him.
'The truth is, that I was sure you wouldn't approve of the paper I wrote for.

It is the _Croppy_, the organ of the extreme left wing of the Nationalist party.