He couldn't.
VII
Of course it was not to be thought of that he should give up his Lankester, and the first thing to be done was to muzzle Furnival's young men. I went to Furny the next day and told him plainly that his joke had gone too far, that he knew what Burton was and that it wasn't a bit of good trying to force his hand.
And then that evening I went on to Antigone.
She said I was just in time; and when I asked her "for what?" she said—to give them my advice about her father's "Memoirs."
I told her that was precisely what I'd come for; and she asked if Grevill had sent me.
I said no, he hadn't. I'd come for myself.
"Because," she said, "he's sent them back."
I stared at her. For one moment I thought that he had done the only sane thing he could do, that he had made my horrible task unnecessary.
She explained. "He wants Mamma and me to go over them again and see if there aren't some things we'd better leave out."