"Oh. Hm. Quite so," said Mr. Strong, looking at the toes of his brogues.
"Yes. Mr. Prang was here last night," Amory continued, looking at the points of her own slippers.
"Yes."
Again Mr. Strong's chin was sunk into his red tie. He was rising and falling slowly on his toes. His eyes moved ruminatively sideways to the rug at Amory's feet.
"Yes. Yes. I've been wondering——" he said thoughtfully.
"Well?"
"Oh, nothing really. I dare say I'm quite wrong. You see, Prang——"
"What?" Amory asked as he paused again.
There was a twinkle in the eyes that rose to Amory's. Mr. Strong gave a slight shrug.—"Well—Prang!——" he said with humorous deprecation.
Amory was quick.—"Oh!—You don't mean that Mr. Prang isn't sound?"