And as always it had to be wormed out of him by degrees, though the task was easier through my fairly accurate knowledge of what was coming. June, he said, had all along been against his taking the job. She had said it was too far away, and that it wasn't good enough for him. "Of course I daresay the salary does seem ridiculous to her. She probably spends three hundred a year on her clothes."
I rather doubted that, but I made no interruption. He went on: "Anyhow, that doesn't matter.... The point is that after what she said I promised I'd think it over for a fortnight before deciding.... So now you understand why it was I couldn't give you a definite answer?"
Yes, I knew, and had guessed for over an hour, though I didn't tell him that.
"The fortnight ended to-night, and I told her I'd made up my mind to accept."
"Good."
"But then—more than ever—she seemed against the idea."
"In other words, she asked you not to go?"
"It amounted to that."
"What answer did you give?"
"I said ... I promised again ... that I'd think it over."