"Is this Mr.Parker's ?" Now Parker was not the Dean's name, and Priam knew that it was not.
Parker was merely the first name that had come into Priam's cowardly head.
"No, it isn't," said the flunkey with censorious lips.

"It's the Dean's." "Oh, I beg pardon," said Priam Farll.

"I thought it was Mr.Parker's." And he departed.
Between the ringing of the bell and the flunkey's appearance, he had clearly seen what he was capable, and what he was incapable, of doing.
And the correction of England's error was among his incapacities.

He could not face the Dean.

He could not face any one.