"But if I can only keep it by being a perfect pig—"
He looked down at her face, her troubled, unnaturally earnest face.
"Of course, if you feel like that about it—"
"You'd feel like that if you were his confidential secretary and had all his correspondence."
"Yes, yes. I see, Barbara, it won't work. I'll let you off the compact.
We can go on with him just the same."
"We can't."
"What? Not make a study of him?"
"No. We don't know what we're doing. It isn't safe. We may come on things any day."
"Like the thing you came on just now."
"I didn't say I'd come on anything."