He smiled as he approached the Bishop. Having attended his church on occasion he knew him from his appearance, although he was usually seated in the back row to make himself invisible to most. Although he could not agree with the man's beliefs he admired his character, he was much different than the arrogant Octavius.
“As a matter of fact your grace, you can. I was hoping I might be so fortunate as to look at the records of those who are buried in the catholic cemetery. I'm trying to find the grave site of my great grandmother, but using my mother's maiden name has brought me little luck.”
He would try and search by first name's if possible, hoping he'd get lucky and could move one step further towards his goal.