What if I wrote to Fox, and resigned ?...

Lea was deep in a manuscript once more.
"Shall I throw it up ?" I asked suddenly.

I wanted the thing settled.
"Oh, go on with it, by all means go on with it," Lea answered.
"And ... ?" I postulated.
"Take your chance of the rest," he supplied; "you've had a pretty bad time." "I suppose," I reflected, "if I haven't got the strength of mind to get out of it in time, I'm not up to much." "There's that, too," he commented, "the game may not be worth the candle." I was silent.

"You must take your chance when you get it," he added.
He had resumed his reading, but he looked up again when I gave way, as I did after a moment's thought.
"Of course," he said, "it will probably be all right.

You do your best.
It's a good thing ...