"But you aren't," I said. "You must drop it. You can't be mixed up with that. The thing's absurd."
"Absurd? Absurdity isn't in it. It's infernal, Simpson, what this business will mean to me."
"Look here," I said. "This is all rot. You can't go on with it."
He groaned. "I must go on with it. If I don't——"
"Antigone will hang herself?"
"No. She won't hang herself. She'll chuck me. That's how she has me, it's how I'm fixed. Can you conceive a beastlier position?"
I said I couldn't, and that if a girl of mine put me in it, by heaven, I'd chuck her.
He smiled. "You can't chuck Antigone," he said.
I said Antigone's attitude was what I didn't understand. It was inconceivable she didn't know what the things were like. "What do you suppose she really thinks of them?"
That was it. She had never committed herself to an opinion. "You know," he said, "she never did."