“My dear, he knows everything that I don't. Therefore he knows infinitely more than I do.”
“Why shouldn't we bring up Susannah among us, instead of looking for an orphanage any more?”
“Perfectly possible.”
“Why shouldn't we have a mission of our own on the Violetta, instead of hunting for other people's missions?”
“An idea!”
“Well, then, we will.”
“A sort of floating mission,” I continue. “Fascinating, unique conception! That is, if pursued moderately. The orphans are a success, so far, including—with some reservations—Ram Nad. But I wouldn't invest too heavily, too rapidly, in orphans. I would take, in fact, some pains to get hold of preferred stock.”
She agrees thoughtfully: “Of course, the Violetta won't hold a great many. I should want nice ones. That's what you mean.”
“Precisely. For instance, Ram Nad is more interesting, perhaps, than those whom Susannah so forcibly described as inwardly composed of 'mush and dassent.'”
“Then that's what we'll do.”